One Day At A Time

Hey, look at me. All out in real life, on a Monday, not having a panic attack or meltdown. Yet. I didn't even need a sedative or a generous pour of Maker's Mark in my coffee this morning, I hope you're all impressed. (Side note: If you like whiskey, please try Maker's in coffee just once. You won't be sorry.)

Really though, things are slowly starting to feel like they're, somewhat, going back to normal. Not to say I still don't miss that baby boy every single day, but as far as my daily routine and life are concerned, I've been spending less and less time sobbing in my bed, so I think we can call that progress. I'm almost back to eating more than one small meal a day and I also went out with friends on Saturday night and I didn't even cry once. Look. At. Me. Go.  

As for my blog, well, I've got quite a few pictures I've been hoarding as a result of last week's semi-hiatus and what kind of blogger would I be if I didn't share them on here eventually? So, in honor of Sami's last Weekend Shenanigans (sad face), I'm going to compile about two weekends worth of photos into one smorgasbord of a post and call it a Monday. How ya like them apples?

Let's start with Thanksgiving, you know, the ol' calm before the shit storm that was the last 11 days. I was in charge of table settings so it was only right that I busted out my glitter champagne bottle tutorial and miniaturized the project. The ladies got glitter and the men got Wild Turkey. And by men I mean that bear ended up getting all of the Wild Turkey bottles because he's the only one who'd drink it.  That's my boy. 

I rocked my super amazing, super incredible, super magical, new Christmas unicorn shirt and, although I'm pretty sure I was the only one excited about it, I like to think it was a real hit. Obviously my new favorite shirt ever. I'd be lying if I didn't also mention that I got bear an ugly Christmas sweater t-shirt so he could be festive with me, complete with beer holding reindeers, but he forgot it at home. I insisted we could go pick it up but, for some reason, he promised me it was no big deal. #pointbear

Shirt can be found here. *Use code 'SANTA' for 20% off through Christmas.*

If you want to talk about thankful, I was extra thankful for my yoga pants after the feast I decided to pile on my plate. And yes, I tore that shit up because it was Thanksgiving and that's just what you do. Also, that was one big ass bird. 

So, then Friday happened... we don't need to elaborate on that. 

Saturday I was forced, very much against my will, to put on a smile and pretend to be happy for two people getting married. I'm going to be real honest with you here, I've been dying to actually attend a wedding as a guest for a long ass time, this was simply not anywhere near as enjoyable as I hoped for, considering the circumstances. I've never forced smiles harder in my life. I couldn't even stomach the glass of wine I was served, I was just plain sick from everything that had happened the day prior and I'm pretty sure it was way too soon for me to be out of the house after what happened. 

Of course, we got shoved at the loudest party table in the entire wedding. You know, the table they try to hide in the back corner, closest to the buffet and farthest from the important people. This would have been a great thing if it weren't for both of our less than cheerful moods. Womp. Here's to hoping we are #blessed with the same type of table at the next wedding we attend.

Also, shout out to NYX for their badass concealer, you'd never be able to tell I looked like I got punched in both eyes the night prior. Oh, and I guess shout out to my cold eyeball compress for, somewhat, calming down the puffiest eyes I have ever seen. Hey, maybe one day I'll post the pic of me prior to makeup and cold eyeball compress. Scary shit right there, enough to haunt your nightmares, for sure. 

Let's see how many "Whitney and Ben" table setting photos I can shove into one post, eh?

This past weekend was, pretty much, for Ella. If you've frequented my Instagram recently you've probably noticed the flood of Ellagrams in my feed, which I'd typically be sorry about, but she's just so damn cute I can't resist. In addition, I've been overly spoiling her in attempts to keep her happy as a clam and blissfully unaware of the heart aching change our little family recently endured. 

Saturday morning bear and I took her to the pet store for some new swag because she totally deserves it... even if she hasn't showed an ounce of distress... the damn dog deserves it, ok? Or maybe this is me just coping? Whatever it may be, $60 later, this dog has herself a stockpile of food, treats, and bones.

Oh, oh, we also get her some new pink, sparkly food and water dishes. Because, mostly, I couldn't stand the thought of taking away just that one food dish I've been forced to leave empty the last week and a half. So, I decided if one was going, the whole damn set was going. Somehow, these two pink dishes are making things just a little easier for me. Grieving is seriously weird shit, man. 

Ella also decided it was time to get festive. Damn dog is far too cute for her own good... and I think she knows it. #lookbackatit

Speaking of festive, Miley made an appearance on my tree this weekend.  

Rest assured, there's now a sledgehammer on my tree, as well. It's only right, I felt. Well it was when I got home from the bar Saturday night and decided to add said sledgehammer ornament. Crafty little drunk I am. 

Aside from that, I've just been loving the hell out of the outpour of Blog So Hard shirt lovers and can't wait to introduce this month's shirt and design TOMORROW! 

See you then, my friends.