i’ve been a bad blogger…

I haven’t done much in the way of real actual blogging here recently. I’ve been caught up in living my life instead of writing about it, I guess, which is obviously a good thing. D got back from his work trip on Thursday night and we have been pretty busy since then. Go, go, going! This morning we can finally get back into the swing of real life.

My birthday weekend has been amazing. I feel so incredibly loved by my family and friends. I feel so lucky to be surrounded by so many amazing people. It’s hard to hate on yourself when you see how many truly awesome people have love for you.

And thank you so much to all of my “internet” friends who have sent me happy birthday wishes. I see you. I appreciate you. I love you.

I have a glorious week ahead of me. I can’t say I won’t be working at all because…you know, but it will be limited and it will be from the comfort of home. I have a few things lined up for this week. Tomorrow will be just me and Jackson. I’m not sure what we will be doing, but it will be good to spend some one on one time with him. Tuesday is bestie date day with Ann. Wednesday I have more spa stuff planned. Thursday is bestie date day with Carrie. Saturday night is D&D night. There are a couple other things in the mix, too. Sexy things.

In about an hour, Frey’s mom will be picking her up to take her to GS residence camp for like 10 days. We’re all a bit bummed around here because of it. We’re going to miss her like crazy. D is particularly grumpy about it, because he thinks it is silly and unnecessary, but I keep telling him it will be good for her. It’s part of growing up. But yeah…sad face.

Also, why the hell are these kids growing up so fast? Ugh.

Today is Day 7 of Operation Fit As Fuck. I have had five shakes and will have done five workouts. Not too bad, but I need to step shit up next week. I guess I need to weigh myself tomorrow, too. I don’t wanna. I saw candid pics of myself from the party last night and I feel huge and gross and ugly. Trying to fight the good fight though. I don’t need to start 38 off hating on myself. Ain’t nobody got time for that, right?

xoxo