stuff and things

  1. I can’t get enough caffeine today.
  2. I should probably stop sexting my boyfriend and actually do some work.  But that doesn’t sound like nearly as much fun.
  3. 12 oz Ribeye with Cajun “Char Crust”, bleu cheese butter, with white cheddar potato gratin: it’s what’s for dinner. Nom.
  4. I think I found a hair cut I like. It’s one I keep coming back to, but I never go for it. I should probably just go for it, and if it looks bad on me then at least I know. Right?
  5. I bought a giant chocolate chip cookie at lunch, and I definitely shouldn’t eat it, but I’m totally going to eat it. Yolo, baby.

it’s the freaking weekend, baby

On non-custody weekends, I consider the start of my weekend to be Thursday night, which is when the bf and I tend to get a little crazy. One or both of us typically wake up with a hangover on Friday morning. (Today it was his turn, apparently.) We both have stressful jobs, and it’s nice to just let go of all that crap and blow off some steam.  We have a bunch of fun stuff planned this weekend.  Tonight is our fancy date night, and I am excited. I’m planning on getting all dressed up, though I don’t know what I’m going to wear yet (but…expect a pic).

Also, today is hair cut/color day, so that’s fun, and also much needed. My hair is a fright.  I’m considering trying something a little different.  The bf surprised me this morning by telling me that he misses my short hair. I hear that from a lot of people actually. I guess I should take that under advisement, huh?

custody blues

The hardest part of divorce (for me) are the Thursday mornings before non-custody weekends where I drop my kid off at school and know I won’t see him again until Monday afternoon.  This morning was particularly difficult because Jackson begged me to let him stay at my house this weekend. He said, “Mommy, I miss you and I want to spend more time with you.”

*heart broken*

I cried a little after I dropped him off. 

hey mom…

So we are moving in like ten days, and I finally started packing tonight. My kid is here and he is questioning everything I do. 

Mom, why are you taking the clock off the wall? How are we going to know what time it is? (He doesn’t even know how to tell time.)

Mom, are we taking my Transformers backpack to the new place? What about my Lightning McQueen book bag?

Hey Mom, are we taking the tv with us?

Mom, are we taking the iPad? Will Netflix work at the new house?

Hey Mom…

He just keeps going and going. Every time I tell him the same thing: we are taking EVERYTHING. I think he’s getting really excited though. I am too actually, but I’m also slightly sad, which seems dumb since we are only moving one block away. It’s easy to get sentimental though. I’ve made some amazing memories in this place. 

But…TWO CAR GARAGE. Yes, please. 

much needed

Last night my bestie came over to see me. I hadn’t seen her in a few weeks, so we had much catching up to do. She crawled into bed with me and we chatted for a couple of hours. I laughed so hard that I actually cried.  I needed that badly. She makes everything better. She has this incredibly endearing quality where she makes you feel like the center of the universe, like whatever you are saying is the most important thing ever.  She is amazing and I love her.

Then the bf came over and we did our usual Tuesday night stuff, which is always good. I love how we always start a show (usually an episode of It’s Always Sunny) and then we end up talking throughout the entire thing. I love how we have fun no matter what we are doing. 

Sometimes it’s the little things that really make your day.