First of all, I’m really fucking tired.
Secondly, we have way too much going on this weekend. I may just sleep all day on mother’s day at this point.
And, finally, I am in dire need of some attention and affection from my husband. He’s so fucking busy, and exhausted. It’s completely understandable, but I’m starting to feel a bit neglected, and it’s bringing me down.
PS: I’m going to a lunch with the lawyers I helped out last week. They want to go to Olive Garden so I guess it’s about to be a carb fest up in this belly. The good news is that my intermittent fasting is going well. It’s 11:30 am now, and I haven’t eaten since like 2:30 pm yesterday.