It has been a fucking week!!
Speaking of, this meme made me laugh:
Even though life is kind of kicking my ass, I feel…good. Happy. It’s weird to finally have the things you’ve always wanted. What now?
I feel accomplished, too, and that’s a great feeling.
I’m trying to learn how to be comfortable with the physical aspects of aging. I feel good with all the other aspects. I love where I am with my career, my relationships, etc. But fuck if it isn’t hard to see this aging face and body looking back at me.
It’s a work in progress, but that’s just life, isn’t it?
It’s a big weekend here at RiekAlt Manor. Jackson turns 10 on Saturday, and we’re hosting his birthday party sleepover. Four ten-year-old boys in my house — lord help me. Also, Spence is here this weekend. He drove in from Chicago today. We had a nice dinner and now the men are off doing their bro shit. I’ve been awake since motherfucking 2 am, and it’s 9 pm now, so if I pass out in the next hour or so that would be fucking fantastic.
I have court in the morning, then appointments all afternoon, followed by an evening out with Carrie. I am PUMPED. I NEED THIS. C and I are shopping for our secret elves. We both signed up for the Fatmumslim gift exchange. It’s essentially Secret Santa. I need to internet stalk my lady tomorrow and come up with some ideas. The time has just flown by, and I am not at all prepared.
Chances are I’ll be coming home with stuff I bought for myself. 🤣
Check out Baby Sansa:
I can’t wait to bring her home.