I’m trying to get back into the habit of posting my day-to-day bullshit here.
The day so far:
– huge docket at 9 am. I was stressing hardcore over this one. It is the biggest, messiest docket I’ve had since before I started my own firm. DG has a lot more cases than I do, so when I’m covering both of us, stuff gets a bit crazy. Plus, the judge is a scary man. I’ve been practicing in front of him for 14 years, and I still get anxious and nauseated before the docket. But during? Adrenaline rush. Everything moves so quickly, you barely have time to think. I love it (don’t believe the lies I tell about not loving it).
– Miscellaneous paperwork while eating my 1st meal.
– I spent two hours prepping for my 2 pm docket, which had a super weird, no good case on it,. I knew I had no chance of winning, but I was ready to bring my A game regardless. I swallowed my nerves (same judge as this morning btw), joined the conference call, and the judge couldn’t hear any of us due to technical error (he had us all on “listen only” status). So the case got continued, which is actually really good for my client, so I’ll take it as a win.
– And now? It is almost 3 pm. I am about to logout for the day. I need to shower and beautify myself, because tonight is date night with my man. He wants to do something fancy tonight, so I get a chance to dress up. I’m currently wearing raccoon printed leggings and a sweatshirt that says “I am unable to quit as I am currently too legit.” Yep.
The rest of the week looks pretty good. There is no more court (*praise hands*) this week. We are kid-free until Monday afternoon. Tomorrow night is poly double date night! I am super pumped about this development. The rest of the weekend is kind of up in the air since I’m getting my second covid shot on Saturday afternoon, and we aren’t sure what to expect. Still – that’s an excellent problem to have. Every other weekend this month is pretty much booked, so it’s good to have nothing planned.
My mood has been better this week. I think it’s because of all of the sunlight. It feels weird saying that since I’ve always considered myself a vampire, but I guess I am not immune from S.A.D. after all. I’m trying to enjoy this limited time where it’s not brutally cold or brutally hot. This time is so short lived here in MO.
I’m on the struggle bus with my diet this week, and I’m not sure I’m going to make my 1%. I need to get down to 139.5 by Friday morning, and I weighed in this morning at 140.9. I keep losing and gaining the same pound. It’s totally my fault. I have been cheating. Too many tequila shots, and not finishing all my water. I’ve gotta get my head back in the game. Can’t stop/won’t stop. (If for no other reason than my husband cannot keep his hands off of me, and is constantly telling me how hot I look. All the yes).
Another motivation: I told myself I cannot have any of the keto cheesecake I bought until I see the 130s on my scale. I really, really want to get high and eat some of this fucking cheesecake, so I need to get my shit in order. Jen told me it is amazing.
Okay, okay. This is boring as fuck. I know, I know.