Wait… What Even Happened This Week?

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I swear to God I barely remember Wednesday anymore. That’s how fast life has been moving.

Thursday was jampacked.

I had four clients, a meeting at the bank, and my mom stopped over to help my son with his chores.

That’s the second time she made a commitment and actually showed up.

The growth between us is insane.

If you’ve been following my journey, you know that just a couple months ago I had a full emotional breakdown and basically held her on the phone like a hostage so we could finally talk like adults and communicate what the fuck was actually going on—because she was overreacting and not listening to the full situation.

And now… my mom is starting to show up.

I’m finally having the mom in my life that I always dreamed about having, which is wild.

If you can find time to catch up on some of my memoir, you’ll understand that for the majority of my life, I’ve been the mom of the mom.

So to have her even text me to check in, show up at my house, and help me out while I’m building a spa, writing a blog, working on my memoir, and handling all the behind-the-scenes shit…

is insane.

Then let’s talk about today—Friday.

I got up and did my Glow Getter routine with my vlog like I always do.

I have been so scrambled lately I almost forgot it was an NAD day… and if y’all know me, that is my favorite freaking day of the week. So the fact that I almost forgot? Nuts.

Don’t worry though—I got that injection in me.

I had two massages, followed by a massage with microneedling worked in, and it was absolutely freaking amazing.

The bond I have with my clients is wild.

Someone at the office was showing a new person around—we all rent our own suites—and my client was standing out in the hall. They were asking questions, super curious about who I was and what was going on in my room.

And he just jumps in like—

“I’ve been with this woman for like 10 years. She’s great. And she only keeps getting better.”

Like…

wow.

Is this my real life?

And it wasn’t just a quick comment—it turned into like a whole five-minute conversation.

And then my client goes,

“Alright, let’s not cut into my time—bye ladies.”

It was so freaking epic.

You can’t even make this shit up.

After work it was time to take Parker to the spa.

This dog is psycho.

He loves his spa.

The lady that gives him a bath just adores him, and today it was basically just the two of them, so she was able to whip through his bath with no problem.

He smells so good.

He’s such a different dog after his bath.

What a spoiled animal.

This dog gets better hair care than my son and I.

I swear he eats better than us too, because we had to pick up dog food—we couldn’t forget the fresh food along with his Science Diet.

And then I just got confirmation that his BARK Box is coming soon too.

We all know who the king of this kingdom is.

You should see him strutting around like he owns the damn place.

And then I did a thing.

I was obsessed with the Marilyn Monroe piercing six years ago.

I’ve gotten it done twice—once I lost it, the second time I had surgery and had to take it out and it healed that fast.

So tonight I was high on all the wins.

Today was literally my highest service sales day ever.

And I’ve been working on being my authentic self, so I said fuck it—let’s go get her redone.

I felt so cute when I had it before, and this version of me deserves to have her again.

And I got this really cute purple opal.

And during all of this, y’all gotta remember—I have my son too.

I think we got into like three arguments over the last three days, and every single one of them ended up being freaking hilarious because we were literally arguing over nothing.

Mom’s going a million miles a minute, and he can barely spit out his words.

And then I finally pause… breathe… give him the space to actually get his words out.

And per usual, we’re saying the same damn thing—just different verbiage.

So all we can do is laugh, reflect, and realize how far we’ve freaking come.

I don’t know how I got so damn lucky with the kid that I have, but it is never a dull moment around this house—or in the car.

And it’s always the little things too, like the clock time.

Because I’m like “go go go go go,”

and he’s like… “dot… da… do…”

Oh—and I gave him a HeadSpa treatment on Wednesday, and we actually went live together on TikTok and Facebook.

And in the last 10 minutes of it, he started talking.

And he’s so authentic—because that’s what I’ve taught him to be.

He was sitting there talking about how him and his dad have “pepperoni face.”

Y’all… I was dying.

Your kids are watching you.

They learn from you.

Y’all… and this is exactly why I call it the Weird Shit Blog.

Because here, you get the real, messy, sometimes cheesy details—in a very discreet way. The kind of shit you truly just can’t make up.

I promise y’all aren’t alone out there.

I’m just the dumb one who actually says it.

Speaking of which…

I went to go sit under the red light treatment I’ve been doing for my face, and the lady and I were talking—and those exact words came out of my mouth:

“I’m just the dumb one who says what you’re thinking.”

There were a few other people in there, and we all just started bursting out laughing.

Welcome to the no-filter side.

And before I go—guess what my son and I are debating right now?

Food in the house.

Who should cook.

And what kind of food should even be in here.

Yeah… I’m telling you.

You can’t make this shit up.

If your nervous system needs a place to exhale, I offer trauma-informed massage, head spa treatments, and advanced skincare at 888 Spa MN—where real life and real healing meet.