So I hate feet. I think I have mentioned it before, but it bears repeating. I am not a fan of feet. This bothers my husband who firmly believes I should love every inch of him. I love all the important parts so who really cares about the feet. Sometimes his feet will accidentally cross over onto my side of the bed and graze mine and I jump 2 feet off the bed. And cold feet…that is the epitome of torture. Seriously if you ever want to break me, just stick some feet in my face and I will squeal like a stuffed pig.
I don’t know where this comes from. I love my kiddie’s feet, but I know there is a threshold for that. Right now they are little and cute. Soon they will be big and sweaty. Maybe I have some repressed foot moment that has scarred me for life. Maybe I should seek some therapy. Lately though I have been comforted by reading in other’s blogs that they have some sort of foot phobia too. Is podophobia a treatable condition?
Actually, I can’t have true podophobia, cause that would include a dislike of people touching my feet. I can think of few things I enjoy more. My favorite part of a full body massage is the feet and I love to indulge in a good pedicure. It’s one of my favorite ways to relax when I get a moment away from the kiddos. I have even found a pedicure place that will let you bring some wine and food. Is that the ultimate? Sitting in a massage chair with your feet in a warm bath sipping on some wine and eating some chocolate. That’s my definition of some “Me Time.”
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