all the feels

I spent most of the morning crying. Tears of joy. Tears of relief. I let out all the emotions I’ve been holding in over the last four years. Now I have an emotional hangover. I ended up taking a long nap this afternoon. That helped.

President Biden. Vice President Harris. Oh excuse me, I mean Madam Vice President. Sounds amazing.

I was supposed to have court tonight, but it was rescheduled. So instead I’m sitting by the fire, enjoying some alone time.

My Zoom date last night was amazing. We had a special playlist, and special drinks – all in the dive bar theme. The mystery was Death At The Dive Bar. It was really cool; very detailed. It was a lot of fun, and the company was amazing. I think Tuesday night Zoom dates are going to be a thing until we can finally meet up in person. I think we are going to do the Blair Witch Hunt-A-Killer series next. !!!

Tonight, the husband and I will be drinking the fancy tequila and toasting the new administration. Ahhh – it feels so good to write that. We have a lot of healing to do as a nation, but I truly feel like we are in capable hands. Not just capable – but also loving, caring, and sincere.


Project Christmas All The Things Has Commenced!

I’m really into how my dining room looks this year.

The kids and I did this together, and I had such a good time setting this up with them. I had to excuse myself for a minute when I started getting all teary-eyed. I love them so much and I’m thankful for these moments.

The decorating is a work in progress. It takes us several days to get everything set up. More pics later.

step-mom win

Last night, I told the kids the story about the time my high school algebra teacher gave me his pager number (yes, pager) at graduation and told me to “call [him] anytime.” Super gross and inappropriate, right? I kept the card he gave me as proof that it happened, and the kids wanted to see it. So I dug out my senior year scrapbook, where I keep it, and we went through all of it. Freya was freaking out over all the pics, which she referred to as the “aesthetic me and all my friends are going for.” I was cracking up. She loved how late 90s it felt (I graduated in 1997). She loved all of my ugly ass clothes. She loved that all the pics were crappy quality because they were all taken with disposable cameras. She was like, “OMG I want pics like that!!” So I told her I would take her to buy a couple of disposable cameras this weekend. Assuming we can find them – they still make those, right? OMG it was the cutest, funniest thing. She is obsessed with the scrapbook and wants to show it to her friends. I told her she can visit with it anytime.

I love her, and I love being her step-mom. I’m forever grateful that I got the daughter I always wanted. I feel privileged to have played a role in the young woman she is becoming/has become.