A Week of Money: It’s getting expensive…
6:10 a.m. — Little Bun wakes up and I spend 10 minutes cuddling him and kissing his cheeks.
6:11 a.m. — I get up to get ready and grab his milk for him.
6:12 a.m. — My skin has almost healed with just a few red spots under the eyes so I think two more weeks and I can resume my normal skincare routine.
6:14 a.m. — I chat with my partner who spent yesterday sanding and fixing the laundry room, he loves how smooth and even the walls look now and is super pleased.
6:24 a.m. — Little Bun finishes his milk and comes out in a foul mood because everything is super bright with lights and he wants to go back to bed and not go to school.
6:40 a.m. — My partner leaves as I’m finishing my tea and then IT starts. I normally use the carrot approach to try and get him excited about school and then after 15 frustrating minutes, it is the stick. I descend into the bowels of parenting hell as I struggle and fight with my little monster to get his clothes on, shoes, socks and get him out the door.
7:20 a.m. — It ends half an hour later with both of us in tears, my makeup smeared and I’m carrying both lunches, my purse, his winter gear (it takes a huge bag with his boots, snowpants, etc) and I get into the elevator in silence with my neighbours who CLEARLY heard me swearing and screaming at my child. They have kids who are my age now so they’re sympathetic but I am still feeling very stressed and embarrassed. Who wouldn’t?
7:23 a.m. — I feel like I’ve aged 10 years in half an hour and when I get him in the car I realize my winter coat is on the hook. I hoist him back up on my hip and we go back upstairs for my coat. He is pink faced having cried the whole morning but silent now.
7:40 a.m. — We get to preschool, and he almost loses it but gets raisins and stickers and is perfectly fine.
7:50 a.m. — As I’m walking I slip on some watery patch and twist my ankle… luckily I caught my balance quickly (Yoga #FTW) and didn’t twist it too badly to where I’m limping.
7:57 a.m. — I get to the office and start working, have a few things to close out today at the latest!!!!
7:59 a.m. — I eat my banana. OMG so hungry. Want a Poké bowl. :-p
10:32 a.m. — I end up caught in administrative loop holes and then almost miss my meeting with the VP. Everyone is my boss here lol..
11:42 a.m. — After my meeting, I can’t believe it is already time for yoga so I try to close out an issue and head off — the guy I need is gone for the afternoon so this has to wait until tomorrow morning.
12:05 p.m. — On the way to yoga it is so slippery I almost fall a few times.
12:25 p.m. — I get there but am tired. I go through the flow and feel a bit better at the end but my energy is down, I’m still stressed about what happened with Little Bun this morning. I completely freaking lost it on him today. He just gets to your last nerve sometimes.
2:05 p.m. — I trudge back slowly and then get to work while eating my lunch.
5:13 p.m. — I work until I REALLY have to go and pick up Little Bun.
6:24 p.m. — We head home, I eat a leftover lunch from last week (I have two lunches to go to this week so I have spares to eat), plus my friend is coming up this week, so .. yeah lots of food happening in December.
6:35 p.m. — I log in and keep working.
7:01 p.m. — I make a cup of tea, and decide to leave the dishes for tomorrow. The sink is FULL but I am tired..
7:05 p.m. — OH WAIT NO. Tomorrow is Snow Day, my partner is planning on working remotely. I don’t want to leave a sink full of dirty dishes to come home to.
7:47 p.m. — Dishes done. Time to wrangle this kid into pajamas and bed.
7:52 p.m. — He goes without a fight for pajamas (he remembers Mommy Monster from this morning), and then I read a book to him and I explain the outside as I cuddle him.
??:?? — Little Bun squeals “Eeeeehhhhhhh!!!!”, we untangle him and pat him back to sleep.
??:?? — Little Bun says: “Mommy!!! Fix! Pat!!” And I fix the covers and pat him back to sleep.
??:?? — Little Bun has his bum on my pillow in my face.
3:07 a.m. — I wake up at 3. Insomnia. I think it is 6. I check the time on the way back from the bathroom and it is not.
6:14 a.m. — I finally tear myself awake for real from Little Bun pulling back the covers and putting his face super close to mine, breathing on me like a creeper not saying anything.
6:15 a.m. — I get his milk after I make him ask for it nicely with “Please”.
6:16 a.m. — I get up and get my tea ready. It is SNOWING outside. I need to break out my heavy duty boy’s hunting and fishing boots. (Canadian Tire, $30 #FTW!!). I’m flirting briefly with splurging on some knee high waterproof shearling beauties for $1000 but cannot justify it. Yet. These ones:
6:15 a.m. — Also I think I may be decided on an SUV for sure. Again, I’m obviously going all out. My budget will be about $150,000 taxes and everything in.
6:30 a.m. — I get dressed and ask Little Bun if he wants to come to school. He bravely gets up to get ready (after yesterday he is learning not to fight me or else Monster Mommy comes out), and then I ask him if he wants to stay with Daddy instead. He chooses Daddy immediately and I ask him to ask his father nicely. His father agrees and he is so happy.
6:43 a.m. — I go to leave, snow boots on and he kisses and hugs me goodbye but hears the door open and runs back, saying softly: “Maaa maaaa…”, and clings to my legs, eyes closed, gripping tight. My heart is softening, I really don’t love this part. I want to be with him, I do, but I also know I can’t be with him because I need to work and make money, and I cannot do that at home with him. He is silently hugging my legs tight and doesn’t want to let go. His father comes out and firmly but gently peels him off me, lifts him up and asks him if he wants to be at home or not, as I make my escape and lock the door. I hear him wail softly: “Maaamaaaaa!!!” but then stops. Silence as I leave.
7:49 a.m. — I get to work super late because the snow is INSANE. The snowstorm is no joke.
8:00 a.m. — At work, I have to switch desks because they are working on something and pack up my office box to leave.
8:45 a.m. — The boys offer to do a lunch run for me (I’m craving shish taouk today) and I take them up on the offer while I go to yoga.
11:11 a.m. — A huge issue hits and I can’t make it to yoga. I take a break anyway and go and grab some dessert for tonight. It is pricey at $3 a small cake but I buy 6 so we can each have two. $20.71
12:01 p.m. — I get back to the office to keep working, and snag my lunch from the boys. I have to bring $12 for them tomorrow. Must not forget.
12:43 p.m. — I scarf down my shish taouk… I eat as much garlic sauce as I can handle but they have way too much.
1:03 p.m. — I keep working and my lead comes to tell me to “come home” to the area because construction is done. I try to, but I’m caught up in work and can’t take the time to leave.
4:41 p.m. — I tear myself away from work. I literally went without a break, even ate lunch AT MY DESK.. seriously. I’m exhausted.
5:05 p.m. — I head to the grocery store to pick up some food for the potluck lunch happening this week, and to buy some stuff for my friend who eats more vegan who is visiting (non-dairy milk mostly, we don’t stock it and I know she wants it). $22.09
5:51 p.m. — Finally home. I drove like a SNAIL it was so icy and slippery.
6:03 p.m. — At home, my partner quickly gets dressed to go get goat milk for Little Bun because if he doesn’t, all the stock is gone and he doesn’t want to miss out.
6:15 p.m. — I take out the box of cakes I bought for the counter, and then I quickly take a shower as Little Bun finishes a puzzle.
6:38 p.m. — I make a cup of tea and realize I have been OVER steeping the spearmint tea. No wonder it has been so bitter! One minute, not four!… Gah.
6:47 p.m. — I do a little cleanup but leave the dishes for tomorrow. No sense in doing them if the sink is only a quarter full.
7:09 p.m. — Little Bun spends time videotaping himself. He loves seeing himself in action. Narcissist.
8:07 p.m. — Time for bed. We get ready, I read books and we go to sleep.
??:?? — Little Bun: “Mommmeeeee!!! Fing! Fing! (Finger) YUCK!!!” And I have to wipe whatever was on his finger. Probably snot.
??:?? — He kicks me hard in the jaw. OW.
5:00 a.m. — I am finally forced awake at the ungodly hour of 5. “Mommy, PEASE GET UP” is my new alarm.
5:04 a.m. — He proceeds to tell me that today is Wednesday and that it means mercredi (he translates because he thinks I don’t speak French). He also tells me it is December (décembre), and it is snowing outside.
5:09 a.m. — I encourage him to keep teaching Mommy words, and make a green tea latte. I am truly fatigued today. Dead out tired. They are just killing me mentally at work. Then physically I try to get to yoga but have zero energy as I’m working, then it is Little Bun at home, and then it is also prepping for events like the Holiday Party and my friend visiting which I’m super excited about.
5:21 a.m. — As I drink my tea, Little Bun plays quietly with a puzzle. I remind him that today is school day and he nods. Let’s see if this lasts.
5:43 a.m. — Today I’m going to help a new immigrant colleague learn about investing and retirement in Canada. I told him an hour should do it. I prep for that, writing down what I want to tell him about retirement plans.
5:56 a.m. — I start a load of kitchen towels before leaving for work.
6:02 a.m. — I get ready, and then get Little Bun dressed and properly dressed and bribed with a cake out of the door for his afternoon goûter (snack) AFTER his nap.
6:54 a.m. — We get out of the house without a peep and Little Bun silently stares at the falling snow only commenting and almost losing it in the back that Mommy promised we would check the mail and we didn’t. I told him to remind me to do it after school because the mail person isn’t here yet. He agrees.
7:10 a.m. — We get to the garage, I unload Little Bun on the educator with some Cheerios and a banana and then flee. No tears. I warned him about the cake to eat after his nap. NOT BEFORE. He starts colouring and mumbles to himself about how there’s cake to eat, saying “Cake cake cake cake“…
7:33 a.m. — I go back to the car and pick up the stuff I brought for the lunch tomorrow and put it in the fridge. I make two trips.
8:15 a.m. — I start working and as usual, issues that are emergencies. I plan out my lunch (we have to leave at a specific time to grab the bus!)
11:23 a.m. — I end up LATE as we rush for the bus. $2.25
11:45 a.m. — We make it to eat vegetarian today and I try the uber delicious faux chicken wings. They’re $3 each so I’m nervous but interested. I pick up the tab as part of a Thank You to my colleague. I don’t need to do it but I like to, with people I work with very closely and like. $51.52
11:56 a.m. — OMG the wings are SO GOOD. I almost prefer them to actual wings. They’re moist and flavourful and so GOOD. We chat, I give investment help and then we head back on the bus. $2.25
1:00 p.m. — At work I email my notes and then I get to work.
1:23 p.m. — I’m trying to work but I’m listening to Tell me something I don’t know and am trying not to vomit from hearing that people ate mummies and still eat cats. It is cultural, I know it is just because we eat “ugly” animals (not cats or dogs) but I mentally cannot stomach this thought. I turn green and fast forward the podcast. I’m also starting to turn way more vegetarian in general so I don’t feel as bad (see the absolutely phenomenally delicious buffalo “chicken” wings I ate for lunch above).
4:45 p.m. — I pick up Little Bun and head home.
5:14 p.m. — We check the mail as promised and the MM Lafleur skirt is PHENOMENAL!!! Oh my goodness. What tailoring, with the quality in a thick soft silk. I can see how it costs $500, even though I’m still sweating over the tag (it was $500 USD EEEP!). It is beyond dreamy.
The draping is phenom. Seriously.
I will note that the colour Amaranth is not at all as pictured online or photographed, it is this colour in real life. You can read my entire review on the M.M. Lafleur Amaranth Lenox Silk Draped Skirt here.
5:37 p.m. — Dang. Now I want this stamp bag too. Too many pretty things….
5:57 p.m. — I get home and start the dryer for the towels.
6:15 p.m. — I feed Little Bun his vegan soup and oatmeal.
6:42 p.m. — I start on the dishes after I make a cup of tea and let it cool.
7:23 p.m. — I wipe down all the dishes, put what I can away (this is quite therapeutic to see a clean counter), and then I go and offer to read ONE BOOK to Little Bun.
7:30 p.m. — He RUNS to the Book Baskets (recycling bins) and just starts randomly pulling out ALL THE BOOKS he wants to read. We end up with a stack of 10. Errrrgh.. he sits there looking at me innocently, with sweet little chubby cheeks and big brown seal eyes and I can’t say no.
7:54 p.m. — We start reading the 10 books he has chosen and after every time we read one, he turns and looks up at me shyly (OR SNEAKILY) saying: “Read one more time? Mommy?” I give in for the first 3 but then I start firmly saying “No“. I want to get to bed sometime in this century.
8:08 p.m. — Finally he gets dressed for bed, I pat him to sleep and my partner and I chat in the dark until we fall asleep.
??:?? — EHhhhhhh! Bum in the face.
??:?? — Legs in the face. Keeps wiggling. This child needs a pajama shell or something where there are zero blankets but he stays warm in some little fleece bubble circle that doesn’t constrict his arms and legs…
5:00 a.m. — I wake up with Little Bun’s bum in my face. Then I hear a puff of bum air, and I am OUT OF BED like a bat out of hell. His farts STINK now that is is no longer on milk 100% and eating real people food. Srsly!?
5:19 a.m. — I make tea. Then I browse online. Ugh. so terrible. I log off and get ready. I’m already mentally up. Stress? Excitement? I have no idea what it is. My friend is coming tomorrow though, so I have things to get done today namely laundry, linens, setting out a fresh towel for her, etc. Plus I have to run three errands today and pick up a new mouse (I cannot stand the company-provided mouse nor mousepad, it is STARTING TO GET ON MY LAST NERVE).
5:39 a.m. — Little Bun puts on a brave face and says: Today is school day. No stay home wif Daddy. Tomowwow stay home wif Daddy. We all agree that it is a school day, and miraculously, we MAKE OUT OF THE HOUSE WITH VERY LITTLE FUSS. He puts on his pants, shirts, socks and shoes with nary a squeal. Oh I am seeing a light at the end of this blessed tunnel.
8:37 p.m. — BEDTIME.
??:?? — I wake up to Little Bun screaming. I think he had a nightmare. I untangle him out of his blankets, and try to re-wrap him to pat him back to sleep but he refuses, and turns to me instead, saying: Mommy.. Shadows… and he points to the wall and ceiling where he sees them from the daylight starting to filter in. I explain that shadows are just an absence of light, and without light you don’t have shadows. He pauses, then says: Like in the sink! … which makes me pause, until I remember that when the sink has water in it, it reflects up against the light against the ceiling and the reflective swirls have fascinated him since he was a baby. I explain that reflections of light are not the same things as shadows, and he nods.
4:42 p.m. — I leave work early and decide to return everything instead of waiting for Saturday.
5:04 p.m. — I log on and buy an MM Lafleur Taylor dress in Deep Plum. $333.90
5:07 p.m. — I couldn’t decide between Indigo or Plum and went with Plum, but now I want the Indigo too, gah!!! Is buying multiples a bad thing?
5:13 p.m. — I forgo the Foster Pant for now but am eying it in black because my black pants are too loose now (I am back to a size 25). I also like the Casey dress but the colours are too muted. I want bright in your face jewel tones.
5:20 p.m. — I hop on the bus after bundling up (it is COLD). $2.25
5:32 p.m. — I was going to take the metro but decided to get all this done in 2 hours and use my metro transfer to get to the train station for free.
5:50 p.m. — I return the petite bomber but they stocked the regular ones and they are even slightly cheaper at 50% even at the higher price. I buy the XS and gratefully use my pesky merchandise credit (pesky because you can only use it in-store not online!!!!). $13.33
6:15 p.m. — In the Jean section I find my holy grail Farrah High Rise jeans in a size 25 and HEAVILY DISCOUNTED. Down to $149 from $300 and another 30% off. I manage to squeeze into them — they fit just right and would not be jeans I’d wear to a buffet but could wear if I wanted a tighter look than my other pair which is a looser size 27 I tailored the waist down in. $119.92
6:35 p.m. — I walk over to Burberry and return the poncho as well. Too impractical. -$1670.79
6:47 p.m. — I try on some winter boots and decide to try La Canadienne tomorrow.
6:57 p.m. — I go to put on my jacket and $2 I didn’t even know I had falls out. Sweet. I’m so distracted I almost take the wrong train line. I realize this just as I’m getting on and I hop off before the doors close.
7:20 p.m. — I take the CORRECT train back to the arts fair on my transfer. $0
7:27 p.m. — At the fair, I try check in my coat and leisurely shop but realize they want $3. REALLY? Forget it. I carry my coat tucked into my bag.
7:48 p.m. — I wander around the stalls shopping and as I’m at a jewellery stall looking at their necklaces and rings, I spend a good 5 minutes at the stall empty of any customers, trying on things. I’m clearly showing interest and don’t think I look like some hobo. They don’t even look at me let alone say “Bonjour” or smile. As I’m looking at a ring, an older couple comes up, looks at the rings and suddenly the owner comes to life, saying hello, how are you, showing them the wares and generally being very friendly. WHAT THE EFF. I’m really pissed right now and I leave the stall angry. Do they not want to sell to me? My money is as good as anyone else’s.
7:59 p.m. — Throughout the entire fair, it is 10% of stalls that ignore me in the same manner and even when I ask in French about some items, I get the complete brush off and cold reception. I’m alone and young, true but does that mean you don’t even say hello? This is just rude.
8:15 p.m. — I do end up at a stall with a nice young girl selling necklaces and fall in love with more than a few but only buy two. $98.90
8:27 p.m. — I also find a snap clasp traveling bowl that would be handy when we travel to put our things. $28.79
8:46 p.m. — Finally I end up at a stall where I’m eying lost wax castings of rare herbs and flowers.
9:05 p.m. — I end up splurging on two beautiful pieces of lilacs and herbs. A huge hanging pendant and a smaller delicate one. $440.75
9:24 p.m. — My friend messages me that she is late again, and will take an Uber to my place when she gets in at 10.
9:27 p.m. — I walk back to the car and head home. I’ve done some major shopping damage today.
10:00 p.m. — At home my partner is already in bed and Little Bun is fast asleep. He waited as long as he could for me to come home but wouldn’t let his father dress him for bed (that’s Mommy’s job) and passed out on a big pillow beside his father in his underwear and shirt. I get undressed, leave the phone on and go to rest.
10:28 p.m. — My friend calls and I go to get her from downstairs then get her settled in.
10:42 p.m. — We all sleep.
??:?? — Little Bun wakes up crying, he slept without seeing Mommy or doing the night time routine so he is extra clingy.
??:?? — I pat him back to sleep after he squeals again.
5:30 a.m. — Yep. 5:30. I do not know how my friend is sleeping through this. I try to keep a lid on this child but it is near impossible.
8:09 a.m. — My friend wakes up and we chat as I do dishes from last night and dry all of them. She gives Little Bun a gift of dinosaur felt puppets in a card and some stickers. He is enamoured with them and promptly names the red dinosaur “Mommy”, the blue one “Daddy” and the yellow one “Little Bun”.
10:18 a.m. — Dishes done, dried, things organized, we keep chatting as we read through magazines together. Meghan Markle is engaged to Prince Harry and the ONLY THING people can talk about is that she is half black. SERIOUSLY? SERIOUSLY!?!?!? She is gorgeous, has done so many amazing things, is an UN ambassador, killer actress AND has amazing style. We seem to be focusing on the wrong things here.
11:00 a.m. — My partner comes home with food and I start getting ready. I’m going for an Olsen Twin look today: white Equipment silk shirt tied at the waist (shows a bit of stomach), black lace camisole underneath, dark skinny jeans, and a simple pendant topped with a striped wool blazer. It looks pretty good actually.. I don’t hate it.
11:22 a.m. — We do our makeup together in the bathroom as Little Bun starts to squeal for “Mommy to stay“!!
12:08 p.m. — We eat a lunch of bread and cheese (Bleu D’Auvergne cheese) and then I peel Little Bun off me and we escape.
??:?? — I wake up super early because of Little Bun. I try to keep a lid on this kid but he is really loud all the time and in the mornings, which my childless friend completely sees. Last night she said “he has so much energy and he is SO LOUD!“, and I look at her and say: “You know, he is considered calm and low key compared to other kids I know..” and she LOLs. She says she is tired just looking at him and the energy, and I laugh because she hasn’t done anything in terms of taking care of him and SHE is tired!? LOL .. I tell her to re-consider having kids.
Want more? Read all of my previous Week of Money Diaries.
Have a house party with my girl friends this weekend to just hang out. Reminds self to be grateful. Sometimes you forget what you take these things for granted.
Revanche @ A Gai Shan Life
JB likes to tell us ze farted, even when it’s a burp. And picks zir nose and sneakily hands me boogers. Or eats them. Damn, kids are gross.
Also my therapist said that kids can bring out absolutely hellish levels of rage… I don’t think she’s wrong 😛
I have the wee-est, tiniest bit of envy of all the clothes successes you’ve had 🙂 So colorful! So chic! But just a little. Now is not my season for that.
Is the comma on your car budget off? Do you mean 150,000 dollars or 15,000 dollars? : )
I’m using US dollars here, but 150,000 for a SUV means a fully loaded new Tesla Model X with everything or a loaded Cayenne Turbo S with everything (which is a SUV for people used to driving sports cars).
I love that your childless friend is interested in hanging out with you. That IS a great friend indeed.:)
Is the $ you mention American or Canadian? Oh and I am trying to find a book your recommended a while back. It is about different rooms around the world or along similar lines. Do you happen to remember the name? Thanks!