While I was in Michigan over the weekend for the wedding of a very dear girlfriend, my mom suffered another TIA. Fortunately, I was with her when it happened but I had to return to Indianapolis only days later as I had a busy week scheduled with styling a Metromix photo shoot, appearing on IndyStyle, and interviewing MotoGP World Champ, Nicky Hayden. Exciting stuff but also enough to make my shoulder cramp up into my ear = not fun stuff. After what can only be described as an emotionally and physically draining week, I decided this was good enough reason to sneak a massage in yesterday.

Despite many attempts during yoga and solitary moments, the closest way for me to reach the point of true relaxation is through a massage. I find nothing more de-stressing than to lie face down on the table, zone out to whatever spa music is playing, and let the massage therapist do their thing. But this time, something strange happened. Just as I entered a meditative state, I heard a very foreign and unfamiliar noise (as far as the massage room is concerned). I snapped my attention back to reality and listened again. It was coming from the speakers.

Chimes? No…

Birds? Don’t think so…

Dolphins? Close, but still not it…

Cocking my head ever so slightly, I listened for the noise one more time. Laughing babies. Someone had brought little laughing babies into my massage room. (Allow me to remind you, I had just suddenly awoken from a Om moment so it took me a moment to gather my bearings. There were not laughing babies in the room, I realized, rather some idiot had worked them into the soundtrack).

Now, I don’t want to sound like a baby hater here but there is a place and a time for laughing babies and I’ll tell you it’s not late afternoon on my massage table. I like babies, I do. I’ll probably even have one or two someday. However, I find it strange that these spa music makers thought that laughing babies is such a universally soothing noise that they would just stick it in the middle of a song. In fact, I would argue that some of the women at this spa were there to get away from their laughing babies because let us not forget, babies who laugh also poop, scream, and cry.

I hope the sound of laughing babies is not the hottest new thing to hit the spa music charts but just in case, I think I’ll bring along my iPod next time.