This is the first post of my Self Care Sunday series. I kind of pride myself in my devotion to self care. I know it’s been a buzz phrase lately but it’s really very important.
As we all know, I suffer from sometimes debilitating anxiety. My mom used to say I’d get the “Sunday flu”. Without fail, every Sunday afternoon I would start to feel really sick. I know now, it was dread. I just dreaded the upcoming week. I would waste an entire day worrying about everything and nothing.
My Sunday flu started to subside a bit when I was a stay at home mom. I think mostly because you don’t actually have a weekend when you’re the parent who does literally everything. But when I moved out and started working full time, the Sunday flu started to rear its ugly head. So I developed a pretty solid self care Sunday routine. Over the next few weeks, I’ll be sharing one element of my routine. These are things I can do any day but I ALWAYS do them on Sundays.
I’ll start with my favorite. 
A bubble bath. I take a bath every night. I’ve never been a fan of showers. I have to wash my hair in the morning and I hate going to bed with the day on me. But my Sunday bath is quite a production. I usually bring a drink with me, tea or LaCroix. I make a conscious effort to get the bath temp just right. Next come the Epsom salts and coconut oil. I like Dr. Teal’s Epsom salts with essential oil. I usually stick to the lavender one because it doesn’t irritate my sensitive skin. If I’m feeling really indulgent, I’ll pop a Lush bath bomb in too. And then I just sink in.
Sometimes I read, sometimes I play music, sometimes I watch Netflix, and sometimes I just zone out. Whatever feels right, that’s what I do. I don’t come out until I’m completely pruny and bright pink.
Then I moisturize, moisturize, moisturize. I like a hot bath. The coconut oil helps keep my skin soft and not itchy but I’m also a huge proponent of lotion. I can never have too much. And then I go straight to bed. Slipping into crisp, cool sheets when you’re warm and toasty from the bath tub…it has to be one of the best feelings in the whole world.
And when you feel that good, who could you possibly have the Sunday flu?
Warming Up 