Can you have a spa experience at home?

I'm always impressed when I meet people who are pulled together. You know, those people with perfectly coiffed  hair and clothes that fit perfectly. I'm not one of those people. With the exception to getting my hair colored, I consider things like Burt's Bee's baby oil a beauty indulgence.  I love wearing "lounge wear" and my hair usually looks like I've spent some serious time in a convertible even though I don't own one. Medusa hair is what some have called it. It's not that I don't want to like the beauty treatments, but I've never spent much time or money on those. Not that I wouldn't benefit from some professional expertise. Perhaps this is why I've  never enjoyed going to a spa. I never know what I am supposed to wear or how to act.  I feel incredibly pretentious sipping water with lemon slices when in reality I would prefer a nice vodka lemonade. However I do love a massage. So, my wonderful MIL purchased a massage/facial from a mobile spa for me as a gift. Awesome! I don't even have to leave the house.

Typically my idea of a spa experience at home consists of getting to pee by myself or the occasional bubble bath. However, the last time I took a bubble bath, my oldest son sat on the edge of the tub and fell in while talking to me. So imagine my delight at the prospect of having a massage (which I do love) AND a facial (never had one before) in the uh, peaceful oasis known as my house.

So Omar the masseuse arrives. Or as my son said, "Mommy, there is a strange man here with a bed." Omar asked where should he set up. I said why not set up in the playroom? It's the only room the kids never go in, so it's a great hiding spot. As the massage began, I realized I selected the only room in our house which always feels like what I assume it would be like to bask in a deep fryer. HOT!!! Add the oil,  and I started to feel like I was going to be placed on a platter next to the candied yams. With the exception to the occasional  ZhuZhu pet making a noise, the dog barking, and the Incredible Hulk boxing gloves intermittently saying "You're making me angry. You won't like me when I'm angry," it was rather zen like. Thanks Omar!

So the next day the aesthetician  arrives, a career that no one with a lisp should attempt. Enter Kim. I tell Kim that I'm not  familiar with many "beauty treatments" and that I've never had a facial. You would have thought  I had told her Maria had decided to take Arnold back. She was aghast. Then she proceeded to do something that made me face feel like my face was on fire and ripped the upper layer of epidermis off with vigor. She spent an inordinate amount of time on my nose.  I swear I thought she was performing rhinoplasty ( I thought this was a bonus) and I asked if she was could she give me a Drew Barrymore type nose? She then put a delicious smelling chocolate moisturizer on my face and I was wishing I had some macadamia nuts. However, at the end although splotchy and shiny, my skin felt uber soft. Or as my 8 yr old son said, "just like the baby's back."

Maybe I just needed a little pampering... What beauty indulgence should I try next? Hmmmm..