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A Week of Money: Where I get some stomach thing..


??:?? — Little Bun.

??:?? — Little Bun #2

6:00 a.m. — I wake up from Little Bun’s bum in my face. I’m dropping him off at preschool so I can hang with my friend.

7:00 a.m. — We leave for preschool, I have no makeup on but sunglasses and a flannel shirt and jeans with some flats. My friend is sleeping. Little Bun says to me: SHHhhh Aunty is still sleeping. (All he thinks she does is sleep because she doesn’t get up when he wakes up and makes noise which he finds VERY strange because Daddy and Mommy are up, but all Aunty does is SLEEP. LOL)

7:28 a.m. — Drop off completed, I head home. I feel bit tired and chalk it up to.. being tired. And not sleeping well.

8:18 a.m. — My friend wakes up as I am answering emails. I finish through a whole bunch of them and then log off when she is up so we can chat. We basically chat the whole morning until it’s time for lunch.

11:32 a.m. — We head out to go have sushi. I take a huge bowl of chirashi with two bowls of rice $52.89

It also came with a yummy seaweed salad:

1:08 p.m. — Lunch finished, we are STUFFED TO THE GILLS. We head over to buy some markers for her (she is missing a few colours). I hang out at the store and help her decide.

2:24 p.m. — Back at home, we chat the whole day. We basically do nothing. No, not true. I iron clothes and she helps me do the dishes because I’m not feeling that great. I really just want to lie down and sleep.

4:45 p.m. — We almost lose track of time but quickly scoot out of the door before Little Bun and his father come home. We do not want to be here when they come home. My friend was okay with just staying in but then I reminded her Little Bun would be home and on me like white on rice. She said: Oh yeah. SO LOUD. … and so we decide to head out for some peace and quiet.

6:00 p.m. — We keep getting side tracked in stores and end up being late to the one store we wanted to visit – La Canadienne. Oh well. Literally LATE by a few minutes. It’s too cold to quibble so we search for a café.

6:15 p.m. — We end up downtown and share a cake. Literally this one, a lemon meringue which was so good. $9.79

7:11 p.m. — We chat and chat until she wants to head home but before we do, I take her to a fancy salad bar to eat. I don’t want to eat. I’m really not hungry, I’m starting to feel nauseous and really dizzy. My stomach is rolling.

7:22 p.m. — She buys a really good looking salad (this one):

7:45 p.m. — We take the metro home. $2.25

8:07 p.m. — At home, Little Bun is uber excited to see us. She eats her salad, and I end up feeling sick looking at it. I read books to Little Bun, she chats to my partner and then I get him ready for bed.

8:17 p.m. — BEDTIME FOR ALL.

Spent: $64.93


??:?? — Little Bun is tangled up and squealing.

6:20 a.m. — I really do not feel good. I email saying I’ll be working remotely.

6:29 a.m. — I get ready to drop Little Bun at preschool so that I can actually rest. My friend is still sleeping (I think?) and Little Bun says very loudly (but in what he thinks is a quiet voice): “AUNTY IS STILL SLEEPING. SHHHH MOMMY.” YOU SHHH. I’m quiet, you’re not! 😛

7:08 a.m. — I get him out of the door and into preschool on the promise that Daddy will pick him up AGAIN today (omg so much fun, Daddy is coming to get me instead of Mommy).

7:22 a.m. — Kid dropped off, I regret not bringing those calendars to mail off. We made custom calendars this year and the pictures turned out fine but the customized dates we painstakingly wrote and chose for each day were incorrectly printed and mixed up all over the dang place. I’m really pissed at the result, but we did spend $100 on it, so we mailed them anyway.

8:32 a.m. — My friend is up, and I’m working on doing my expenses for the year while answering emails and waiting for replies. I write a cheque to myself for about $20,000. I have been so lazy I haven’t reconciled personal payments for company things, and this is the price I pay, about $600 a year in lost personal interest. Sigh. I have to make a mental note to be more up on this shizz. I definitely let the ball drop on the company side due to not working at all.

8:38 p.m. — She takes a shower as I try not to pass out on the desk.

11:28 a.m. — We both work side by side until it is time for us to go out and get lunch. She wants to eat, I just want to never smell food again.

12:06 p.m. — We run errands — mail calendars… $53.57

12:08 p.m. — …drop off package to return… $0

12:12 p.m. — We stop for a meal. She wanted soup. I take her to the only place I know that sells “soup”. She isn’t impressed. I don’t take anything.

1:04 p.m. — At home, I log back in and work. I finish off a few major issues, and we chat while I’m working.

2:08 p.m. — She calls an Uber to take her to the airport. I’d drive her but I really do not feel well and it is super snowy out there, I don’t want us to get in an accident due to my lack of concentration and mental acuity.

2:22 p.m. — We hug it out and the Uber arrives super early!

2:48 p.m. — I work the rest of the afternoon in bed, lying down with the laptop on my stomach, answering emails and trying to get this project off the ground. Why do people need to be babysat? Can’t we take initiative and get it done? I hate chasing people, this is not my job. I feel like some admin secretary but I guess this is what a manager deals with all the time.

4:49 p.m. — I log off. No more work. Little Bun comes home with his father.

5:37 p.m. — I do the dishes and dry them.

7:37 p.m. — I get Little Bun ready for bed.

8:37 p.m. — Bedtime.

Spent: $53.57


??:?? — Little Bun wiggling, squealing…squirming, wheeling..

??:?? — Little Bun again. My partner helps out.

6:00 a.m. —  I wake up feeling ill. I want to go anyway to work because of a farewell lunch. I may go home after it though.

6:40 a.m. — My partner is still lying in bed which I take to mean he is staying at home. I ask him if he wants me to take the little one to preschool and he replies “No“, so I happily get ready to go. Little Bun sees me about to leave and I ask him to ask his father to stay at home to reinforce that HE WANTS to stay at home rather than come to preschool.

6:51 a.m. — We sit together at the hallway entrance and I let him select the pieces for my StyleBook Look Book Tracker (app review here) to track what I am wearing (our new morning ritual). He pats each item of clothing we add to the Look and says: “Mommy is wearing… THIS!

StyleBook calendar example with my review of the app here:

6:58 a.m. — I finally get my shoes on and get ready to go. Little Bun clings to my legs quietly and won’t let go. I say: “Daddy….!” and my partner comes out asking if Little Bun wants to stay at home or go to preschool. He looks at his father, looks back at me, and reaches up for his father, and gets picked up into his arms and brought inside. As I close the door, I hear him scream (just a little, about 5 seconds), and then silence. Success? I’ll take it. The bar is low right now.

7:18 a.m. — At work, I’m not feeling good at all. I’m chugging ginger ale but I think the sugar overload is making me feel worse. I’m stopping that crap. I can’t wait for the lunch, I feel like a little food might help. I’m not sure. I get to work.

9:02 a.m. — I make myself some emergency noodles (I keep a pack) and can only eat a third.

11:42 a.m. — We get ready to go to lunch.

12:08 p.m. — Whoa, this is a LOT of food, and it is all delicious. I can’t believe it is only $24! AMAZING.

1:28 p.m. — We each get the bill and our jaws drop. I thought this was the $24 meal. I guess they failed to mention this was NOT the lunch menu at $24 and we took the degustation menu at $75 a person. WTF. This is really shady s#%*& and I plan on complaining. Since the colleague is leaving and I did enjoy talking and working with him, I take his bill and pay for the wine. Everyone gives me $20 but with the tip in, it should have been $25. I end up paying for way more than my share plus all the wine people drank and I only had a sip of to taste. Fair? Not really, but I’m not going to quibble. I make more than most of them and this is a major hit to their wallets at $87 a meal. $144.61

2:01 p.m. — I leave for the day to go home and rest.

2:22 p.m. — I mail a custom calendar to my family abroad. I wasn’t going to mail them MY copy of the calendar, but they sent a lovely Christmas card, and they are childless, relatively poor (they are being supported by their brothers & sisters from my mother’s side), and I think it would be a very novel thing for them to see Little Bun and the rest of the family on a calendar as I suspect I will never, ever travel back to see any of them ever out of safety. $21.22

2:40 p.m. — Little Bun hears the door open, and comes out with his milk half finished, he just woke up from his nap. He is SO HAPPY that Mommy is home early that he can’t even contain his happiness. He finishes his milk, practically throws his bottle at his father to put away and then runs into my arms.

3:18 p.m. — I am undressed, makeup off, and we are reading books in bed, cuddling and snuggling. He makes me read 6 before I beg off to just close my eyes and rest a little. Then this happens in bed:


4:25 p.m. — My partner heads out to buy food. Hope he doesn’t think I’m eating, I really don’t feel good.

5:30 p.m. — My partner comes home with food and makes a salad with eggs and avocado. My stomach rolls. I can’t even look at it.

6:31 p.m. — I do all the dishes after I help Little Bun eat his eggs and avocado on bread.

6:57 p.m. — I dry all the dishes.

7:11 p.m. — I log in to check emails and get caught up in blog admin.

8:00 p.m. — Dang. Time for a shower. I can’t go in with greasy hair for a third day in the row. No can do. I hop into the shower and Little Bun runs in eagerly saying: WANT TO WATCH.. MOMMY SHOWER!? … LOL… it would sound super creepy from literally anyone else but your own child, but Little Bun just wants to be with his mother 24/7. I tell him all right, and I’m showering as he is there watching the water splash down on me. I then write on the glass shower walls (backwards) so that he can read the words. I write his name, I write “I LOVE YOU”, and he asks for “Mommy” and “Daddy”.

8:24 p.m. — I finally finish showering, and he helps me spread on lotion all over my legs and body. He loves body painting on me with body cream.

8:28 p.m. — I ask him to grab a book while I clean up, and he chooses Big Red Barn (again).

8:49 p.m. — We finish reading, and I explain the outside, then he counts the cars, and then we go to bed.

9:01 p.m. — He seems to fall asleep readily.

Spent: $165.83


??:?? — Little Bun again. My partner helps untangle and re-cover him. He knows I’m feeling so sick right now. Seriously tired. I am conked out.

??:?? — Little Bun Again.

??:?? — Little Bun Again.

??:?? — Little Bun Again.

??:?? — Little Bun Again.

??:?? — Little Bun Again.

??:?? — Little Bun Again.

??:?? — Little Bun Again…. omfg

6:40 a.m. — I wake up feeling nauseous. My partner asks if I am going in. I decide I am.

6:59 a.m. — I get ready and then manage to somehow wrangle Little Bun into an outfit. He doesn’t want any shirts. I have to pretend today is Picture Day again and he gets happily into his red shirt with pants. We sit together as we always do and do my look of the day on my iPod before we go.

7:08 a.m. — He is happily bouncing down the garage hallway and a little girl comes along at the same time too, singing her ABCs and he says to me excitedly: “MUSIC!!!” Dang he is cute.

7:30 a.m. — I drop him off and and give him kisses. He snags THREE snack packs because they’re all different and is so happy he gets to eat all of them.

7:52 a.m. — I get to work. I feel dizzy. Faint. I do not feel good. My stomach is rolling. I write and leave a note for my Team Lead and then head back home.

8:17 a.m. — I drop off at the grocery store. I feel like making a fish soup. Something light and easy on the stomach. Maybe my oatmeal soup with some fish on top. I spy some scallops on sale (they are still fine, were packaged yesterday), and pick those up on 30% off, and then a huge hunk of salmon for $5. $13.49

8:31 a.m. — At home I ask if my partner can pick up Little Bun but he has a dinner tonight so I say I’ll grab him them. I may leave a bit later to get him, depending on how I feel. I’m really not feeling awesome. I wish I could Uber my child home somehow.

8:51 a.m. — I manage to choke down some green tea with soy milk (leftover from my friend visiting), and some raw almond butter on a leftover baguette.

10:11 a.m. — I eye some pants online. Should I try? I find it really hard to find high-waisted pants. Should I take a gamble? I eye them and try to read countless reviews but wool is never a good bet to make online. It always ends up itchy unless I try it on in-person.

11:15 a.m. — I start on the lunch. I make some oatmeal and salmon to try and calm my stomach.

12:08 p.m. — I finish eating and feel rather nauseous. Too much food maybe? I don’t know but I don’t feel good.

12:28 p.m. — I try to lie down but get sidetracked by dishes and emails (which I do and let them dry… the dishes I mean).

1:12 p.m. — Dishes done, back to work.

2:22 p.m. — I look at the clock and go to bed to work instead lying on my stomach. My team lead messages me asking me when my contract is over. I reply next year, and he’s pretty happy. I don’t think he has any power or say in my extensions :-\

4:45 p.m. — I muster up some energy, throw on a sweater dress, some flats, and go to grab my baby.

5:25 p.m. — I pick up the drycleaning from the lockers nearby, and then go to grab Little Bun. I spend some time chatting, apparently he burst into tears for no reason during lunch time and she has no idea what happened. He pointed her to the window and seemed to miss Mommy when she asked but he always says “Yes” to everything so she is never sure.

6:03 p.m. — At home, he eats his snack, I eat his leftover clementine and my neighbour messages me to come up where she presents us with HOMEMADE shortbread cookies. OMG. I feel terrible just giving some rando card. *sigh* But I am not a baker and she is just too sweet.

6:30 p.m. — Little Bun demands food, so we end up cutting our conversation short and I go downstairs and feed him his dinner. We then each have two shortbread cookies each and save the rest for later. Mmmmmmmm…

7:15 p.m. — I get caught up organizing emails and To Do tasks online.

7:25 p.m. — I do laundry, start on the last load of dishes, and then get ready to get Little Bun ready and myself for bed. I’m still very tired.

8:00 p.m. — I sneak another cookie. Then BEDTIME.

Spent: $13.49


??:?? — Little Bun wiggles and gets mad a blanket fell off him. OF COURSE IT FELL OFF YOU. YOU ARE WIGGLING.

??:?? — Potty. He wakes up and goes to the potty.

6:20 a.m. — I get up and I get ready for work. I feel a little better but will take it slow and eat very little.

6:39 a.m. — I am dressed, makeup on, tea made, and I’m getting ready to go. Little Bun and I sit down and make a StyleBook outfit together. I go to get ready and Little Bun squeals because he doesn’t want to let me go. I kiss him and he clings to me.

7:08 a.m. — His father immediately picks him up and tries to jiggle him like a baby (LOL) as I kiss and hug him and I leave.

7:22 a.m. — I get into the work and start working. I’m tired. I still have to work.

11:02 a.m. — My appetite sort of returns. This is not bad…

12:08 p.m. — We head out to lunch and we chat the whole time about everything.

1:12 p.m. — I get half a cream leek soup with a ham sandwich which is delicious, and finish with a carrot cake. $22.49

1:44 p.m. — I head back to the office after returning a computer mouse I bought that doesn’t work for my computer, and I buy some small headphones on sale for Little Bun. -$132.49

3:18 p.m. — We have a little Christmas get-together before going home.

4:29 p.m. — I head out to the foyer and decide to watch my new favourite obsession “This Is Us“.. oh my goodness. I want to watch the whole thing.

4:40 p.m. — I finish an episode and then head home.

4:45 p.m. — At home, I cuddle with Little Bun and hang out with my partner, chatting excitedly.

5:15 p.m. — My partner goes out to get food before all the vultures eat and buy everything in sight for the holiday season.

5:35 p.m. — I play with Little Bun, get undressed, remove my makeup, and just relax. I really just want one day alone in the apartment with nothing to do but watch TV and veg out but I have been sick, and so much has to get done with the year end crunch. AND I AM SICK.

6:21 p.m. — My partner is home, and my friend emails me her Poshmark login. OMG this is going to be epic… I am seeing a ton of things. This is terrible.

6:31 p.m. — We have dinner (salad) and I pick at it, and give Little Bun my croutons. I can’t eat it.

8:30 p.m. — I make a whole bunch of offers on things and see how it goes.

8:47 p.m. — Bedtime.

Spent: $22.49


??:?? — Little Bun.

??:?? — Little Bun again.

??:?? — Little Bun. WHY DOES THIS KID NOT SLEEP. I am thisclose to buying melatonin and drugging his dinner. O_o

6:03 a.m. — I am up. I’m up.

6:29 a.m. — I am done making tea, trying to keep this energetic monster quiet, and I will do dishes and laundry later.

7:08 a.m. — I log in after my partner leaves for groceries and see a whole bunch of accepted Poshmark bids and counteroffers. EMERGHERD!!!!! I will have to recap (later) what I bought because I cannot believe the prices, even with the fixed $6.50 shipping. I’m thankful my friend is willing to pick up this stuff for me and re-ship it in one big package.

7:21 a.m. — I call my mother and chat as I do the dishes and clean up.

10:18 a.m. — We hang up and I feed Little Bun his soup.

11:02 a.m. — My partner comes home and we have a light lunch of bread and cheese. I’m really tired. All I want to do is go into a room, lie down, close the door, and watch videos and doze off but I have zero alone time and privacy in this apartment so that’s just a pipe dream.

12:08 p.m. — I get ready and head out to the library. It’s freezing rain and I want nothing to do with this weather. I just want to watch videos and shop on Poshmark until I am DONE. 😛

12:58 p.m. — I am in, and cleaning up emails. I message my neighbour who is sick, with back pain, making TWO CHRISTMAS MEALS FOR FAMILIES (her husband’s and hers tomorrow), to just go and buy some frozen roast, put some fresh herbs on it and call it a day. SERIOUSLY. No need to break your back making this amazing meal. NO ONE WILL NOTICE. Don’t kill yourself. You’re tired, you’re cleaning, you’re making 6-course meals from scratch. BUY THIS STUFF and give yourself a break. Some holiday this is, forcing poor overachieving parents and mothers to be some Pinterest Stepford Wife. *eyeroll*

1:42 p.m. — Yay! Okay, so I bought all dis stuff on Poshmark and am super excited about it. $210.96

2:25 p.m. — I am also obsessed with buying ALL THE THINGS on Poshmark. ALL. THE THINGS. I buy thus far….

Olivia Burton Rose Gold Moulded Embroidered Watch

J. Crew Destination T-Shirts

How much do I love graphic icons? YAY!!!

Now if only I can score Paris…. to make it a trio.

Cobalt Merino Tippi Sweater

I do not need another cobalt sweater… BUT I DO. 😛

Maeve “Araca” Pencil Skirt

Which looks gorgeous like a wrap in front:

Olivia Burton x Chelsea 28 Cotton Bustier backup (I LOVE the one I own)

2:39 p.m. — And I just randomly browse through Poshmark… Time and money suck.

4:12 p.m. — I leave the library to head home and my car is covered like a frosted cake in half an inch of ice and a foot of snow.

4:15 p.m. — I groan and grab the snow brush and scraper and get to work. I’m so used to covered garages now that I’ve been spoiled with them.

4:27 p.m. — I finally scrape enough off to be able to drive safely and it is just snowing like mad, at least two feet!!!!

5:48 p.m. — I get home, and my partner has the salad ready to go. Simple avocado, greens, grated carrots and some bread and cheese. Little Bun asks for a book reading and I read Busiest People Ever (he is obsessed), while my partner preps the salad and croutons.

6:23 p.m. — We sit at the table and Little Bun asks for eggs. We say it isn’t eggs everyday! They’re a treat and he eats his avocado on toast. I can’t handle croutons right now (too crunchy) and Little Bun happily eats them all for me because they’re covered in aged balsamic vinegar too (“Mommy, they’re dirty!!!!!”)

7:20 p.m. — After dinner I clean up, do all the dishes and try to organize my desk. I have papers everywhere. My mother keeps sending me all of these PAPERS like news articles or sheet music and I need to scan them all but haven’t gotten around to it.

7:56 p.m. — I get lost on Poshmark again and decide to cut myself off. I make a few last offers and leave it.

8:30 p.m. — Time to get ready for bed. I read two books to Little Bun (We are going on a bear hunt and Ish), I really love the book Ish even for adults go read. It is one of my favourites.

8:51 p.m. — We go to bed.

Spent: $210.96


??:?? — Little Bun wakes up in the middle of the night. I take him to the potty as he is wiggling and then he insists on a bottle of milk, which I give to him. I feel like he is regressing back to being a baby and feeding at midnight. O_o

??:?? — During the night I cover him in my goose down duvet because he seems cold and is shivering and he falls asleep soundly until 7!!!!! A miracle!!! I feel like I managed to get some rest even if it isn’t a full solid uninterrupted night of it.

7:01 a.m. — We wake up and he tries to ask for another bottle of milk but I don’t give it because he already had one. He nods.

7:04 a.m. — I make a tea and a hot chocolate. I log into Poshmark to check my offers. Some sellers post things and then don’t reply to comments or offers. WTF. These listings should be marked as “dead” by users who try and interact so that they are removed from the site after two or three users mark the listing as “dead”.

7:56 a.m. — Anyway. I make counteroffers (it is a whole new world of thrifting online!!!) and accept one for this stunning silk dress. This is far better than paying retail. Like by a million times more. I’m in love.

7:56 a.m. — I shift Little Bun and I into the bedroom to watch nursery rhymes and scan a few things.

10:06 a.m. — I work until about 10 before he gets antsy and wants to go ride the train or play with trains. I break out my secret stash of mini cars I have saved for this day. I take out ONE and he plays with it on the couches in the lounge.

10:28 a.m. — He explains to me that my car is not working “ne fonctionne pas” and we have to stay inside and play with the little cars. He is loving this PlanToys car (I only gave him one. I have 2 more as spares.)

12:08 p.m. — We head back upstairs for lunch and my partner has the whole family on Skype. We chat but Little Bun has only one focus: FOOD. And he stuffs his face with avocado, eggs and bread.

12:26 p.m. — After eating, we go and read more books together, then he looks at me and says: Want soup? so I get up and get him a huge bowl of vegan vegetable stew (it’s caramelized onions, carrots, turnips, celery, and fennel) and feed him as he plays with his stickers on his sticker pad.

1:12 p.m. — I get him down for his nap.

1:20 p.m. — I log into Poshmark to check on offers, and get obsessed with this soundtrack from Sia – Everyday is Christmas. I manage to win these three items:

Cheers! T-Shirt in various languages (which I love and isn’t too lovey-dovey like “Kiss” or “Love”)

And this exact pink silk shirtdress:

And these GORGEOUS SANDALS in purple. OMG. what a steal.


2:14 p.m. — He wakes up squealing and I run into the room, I kiss him all over his face and pat his bum back to sleep. I have another half hour left. He just wanted to squeal to check if his Mommy was around.

2:21 p.m. — I love this show This is Us so much. Little Bun runs out rubbing his eyes, all pink cheeked and warm from his nap. I hand him a bottle of milk.

2:33 p.m. — I start a load of laundry and then get Little Bun set up with language nursery rhymes on the laptop and begin the dishes.

2:46 p.m. — This is super relaxing for me to watch videos while doing dishes and then to dry them leisurely. Before I added in the video watching, it was a chore. Now I don’t mind it.

3:44 p.m. — I get through all the dishes and start drying them as my partner comes in the door with food.

4:01 p.m. — Little Bun asks for vegan soup. Again. He must be on a growth spurt. I am amazed as I dish out his second bowl of the day. My partner shifts the special Duck Rice he made into a bowl for tomorrow and I try to keep Little Bun distracted with the soup because otherwise he will ask for the rice & refuse the soup.

4:46 p.m. — I am really hungry now and happy my appetite has returned. It was a strange week to not want to eat or care about food.

5:08 p.m. — I log into Poshmark and spy a gorgeous black Parker leather jacket with the most amazing sweater back. I bid. Last item, I promise.

5:19 p.m. — I’m eating the last two of the shortbread cookies (my share! Little Bun and my partner have eaten half the box in my absence) sneakily and Little Bun eyes my chipmunk cheeks, watching me try not to visibly chew these cookies as I’m talking to him. (I’d give him some but we are having rice pudding tonight and that is a LOT of sugar in a day.)

5:21 p.m. — As I finish the last two cookies he catches on and runs into the kitchen with a smile on tiptoes staring at the counters for these cookies but it is too late, I’m already washing the empty container. This child could be a mini Sherlock!

5:40 p.m. — I make a note to eliminate all my papers on the desk tomorrow — scanning and just closing one eye and recycling them.

6:11 p.m. — I read about 5 books to Little Bun before I almost conk out and he stares at me to make sure I’m awake each time he reads a sentence.

6:30 p.m. — My partner starts the special meal of olive bread, foie gras (Little Bun is addicted to this stuff), followed by cheese on a baguette and finished with organic homemade rice pudding. Little Bun is in HEAVEN and points to his belly saying: “The rice pudding / foie gras is in HERE!!!!!” This baby of mine is too cute.

6:45 p.m. — He nicely walks his toys back to the bedroom and we read even more books, nearing the end I’m lying down and he starts reading to himself saying: “Want to read by yourself???” (He means “myself”)… and I’m so happy to hear his little boy voice reading Dear Zoo out loud. He then tackles Apple Pigs.

7:10 p.m. — We get ready for bed, I make a cup of lemongrass tea and we read more books, explain the outside and sleep.

Spent: $0


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Sherry of Save. Spend. Splurge.

Am my own Sugar Daddy. Am a millionaire at 36 after getting out of $60K of student debt in 18 months, a little over a decade earlier, using I have worked 50% of my career (taking 1-2 year breaks), and quadrupled my income within 2 years of graduating, going from $65K to $260K with an average lifetime savings rate of 50%. I have 11 side incomes that are on track in 2020 to make me $50K - $75K. I could retire today if I wanted, but love my work-life balance as a freelancing consultant in STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering, Math). I am all about balance - between time and money, and also enjoying my money. I also post daily on Instagram @saverspender.

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  1. Mia

    I’m a manager and it’s SO MUCH babysitting because you are accountable for everyone on your team’s performance, all deadlines, all financials, all reporting to higher ups. And a lot of dealing with HR type issues like giving hard feedback/performance reviews, flaky employees, etc. Also a LOT more meetings and paperwork than when you are just an individual contributor.

    1. Sherry of Save. Spend. Splurge.

      This is why I want to refuse to lead anyone but end up always babysitting folks and hassling them via email..

  2. Revanche @ A Gai Shan Life

    *giggling* over the Poshmarking. And OMG children yelling at you to SHUSH. ALL of the eyerolls. I’m not loud, you’re yelling! How do you not hear yourself?? Children.

    So glad that you feel better now <3

    1. Sherry of Save. Spend. Splurge.

      My son is so loud and noisy, it is insane.. I keep having to tell him: SHHHHHHH

      then he says: NO SHHHH!! WANT TO TALK!! (very loudly)


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