5:40 a.m. — Little Bun wakes me up at the crack of dawn and I try my best to get him to go back to sleep but to no avail. I get up, get him his milk, make my tea, grab my lunch, filch some leaves off my organic basil plant (I am slowly nibbling it down to its nubbins) for my lunch, snag two pears we picked last weekend and a banana, and go through my skincare routine. I need go update the post but it is basically exfoliate, cleanse, load on lotions in place of moisturizer, add a serum, let it dry, and then makeup. My skin is starting to get back to normal and look amazing.
6:20 a.m. — I am soooooo excited to try out a drop of this Dermablend Smooth Liquid Camo mixed in with some BareMinerals Complexion Rescue foundation. I love BareMinerals and how glowy I look, but the coverage needs to be slightly higher for my pigmented skin. Enter: DERMABLEND!!!! It is a little TOO matte for me on its own, which is why I think I need to mix it up.
6:23 a.m. — I give the mix of BareMinerals and Dermablend a try and I can immediately see it isn’t a colour match. Dermablend unfortunately doesn’t have the range of tones as BareMinerals which matches me perfectly but that is okay as I’m mixing the two. I manage to get a thin layer on and it looks pretty good. Like I have elven, airbrushed skin.
6:25 a.m. —I do my eye makeup, and in between all of this making up, and trying not to poke my eyes out, I’m chasing down a squealing Little Bun and directing him to get his socks, pants, shirt and to stop whining about going to school today.
6:53 a.m. — I manage to get ALL OF THAT DONE while dressing and getting ready, and then I grab my bags (thankfully packed the night before) and go.
6:59 a.m. — WHY IS THIS TRUCK BLOCKING THE DRIVEWAY?!?!? $@&!!? All of us in our cars are trying to get AHEAD of the 50 schoolbuses in front of us or we will suffer having to have at least a 25 minute delay due to stopping every 2 blocks to pick up kids.
7:03 a.m. — Yesss… made it through. I follow my partner’s car all the way until he turns off and then we head to preschool.
7:23 a.m. — Little Bun squeals when he is led inside to sit and say goodbye but doesn’t throw a fit because the trail mix in his grubby little paws has RAISINS IN IT. This child is crazy for raisins, and he only gets them at preschool so… win-win for all of us.
7:37 a.m. — I get to work and realize my top and bottoms for yoga don’t really match… oh well who cares. I make myself a cup of white hot chocolate chilli chai tea and immediately cross it off my list. It. Is. GROSS. I’m sticking to Chocolate Macaroon or Hot Chocolate, I should NEVER STRAY from my favourites or I will regret it, I think.
8:03 a.m. — I start working and decide to completely redo a spreadsheet because I can’t stand it when things are disorganized and I hate being inefficient. I know people think I’m OCD, but …. I’m not. Truly. I just don’t like making my brain work when it doesn’t have to.
9:23 a.m. — I take a break and observe that people who are in suits tend to project an air of self-importance, this is why dressing up is so important, it imbues a kind of confidence you may not otherwise have. In yoga gear, I feel casual even dare I say athletically sporty but in proper heels, I’m the Queen Of The World… or at least Mommy of The Bun. I may do a style experiment this weekend and wear some yoga gear / sport an “athleisure” look without actually going to work out which is way out of my comfort zone and see how I feel.
9:43 a.m. — Yoga can NOT come fast enough. Back to back meetings until 11:30 and I’m ITCHING TO BOLT.
#YogaGoals…. but my real ability is more like this at the moment:
9:46 a.m. — I head into the bathroom and realize I forgot to pencil in some eyebrows today (LOL) and curl my lashes. I need a makeup checklist to follow.
10:38 a.m. — I go out for a quick walk to return some sunscreen that is making me break out, but carefully check for any sign of Little Bun first. I return the sunscreen. -$71.28
10:45 a.m. — On the way back some toddlers are trying to shriek off a poor squirrel and I gently admonish them to not scare it. They stop… then keep shrieking. At least they can’t chase and hurt the poor thing.
10:49 a.m. — I agree to buy my coveted Smythe Blazer in Navy in like new condition from Cassie of The Minuteglass for $350 (shipping in)!! Yay!!! I would never find this jacket secondhand in a thrift nor consignment store especially in my size and in the colour I want (navy). Perhaps now I can get rid of one of my blazers… I have two other navy ones, a thrifted Ralph Lauren with a crest for $7 and a secondhand jersey blazer from some random Italian bespoke brand for $50 (?). Both are still nice but do I need 3 navy blazers?!? #MinimalismFail $350
Come to momma, baby! <3
11:44 a.m. — I quickly jet off to yoga, I have to leave before the end because I have a meeting, and I don’t want to go hungry NOR sweaty to it.
1:00 p.m. — I go through the class and sneak out before the end to rush for my meeting. I’m pretty happy with the Lululemon tops I bought with the air holes in the back. I think I’ll return the other cotton one that will show some major sweat and buy more of the other looser tanks. Even at *gulp* $64 a pop. *sob* … they are high-necked and with good airflow, I can’t deny how great they are.
1:09 a.m. — I get back, scarf down my couscous with carrots and chickpeas, and am still hungry. I wait until my meeting is over.
1:29 a.m. — Oops. Deleted a file. No real biggie because I took a screenshot and I put in my entries as well as others’ that was there but I am missing another colleagues’ entries.
1:31 a.m. — I walk and ask her to enter them but she makes such a big deal I don’t know WTF her problem is. I entered everything for me, for the others all based on a screenshot I took, and she only has to do ONE entry for herself. She makes such a fuss I don’t even know why.
1:40 a.m. — I finally tell her to enter it or lose it and she does it in 2 minutes. WTF was her issue? We argued for longer than it took for her to do it.
2:09 p.m. — Gah. I walk out and go crazy getting a vegetarian quesadilla, a salad AND a chocolate banana cake. I obviously eat my feelings. $23.80
2:15 p.m. —I get back into the office and start working again, resolving a few issues on the client financing side before I take another break to walk around the building.
2:30 p.m. —Hmm why is my credit card getting blocked so much? I call the bank and the guy goes through all the security then says he needs to read our recent transactions I’ve tried and are. “Did you try to buy $631 worth of goods on Banana Republic, another $202 on Lululemon…..” as he is going down the list of just the past 2 days I can SORT OF hear a kind of amused/disbelieving tone in his voice. LOL … I want to tell him not to judge me because I am actually going to return some of what I bought, I am just curious about the items and cannot try them on in-store. Whatevs. By the way, my review of the Banana Republic Devon Leather Stretch Legggings vs The Row Moto Leggings can be found here.
2:59 p.m. —I hang up on the amused bank rep and then clear one of my 15 “urgent” issues on my list. I sort of understand why managers are necessary. They need to be glorified babysitters. People just don’t take initiatives on things and you need to constantly follow up and nag them for lack of a better word.
4:07 p.m. —I decide to bust out early and I leave to get Little Bun.
4:19 p.m. — He kept his underwear dry ALL DAY oh thank goodness!!!!! He snags a pita snack before leaving and I take him to the park to play. It is nice as he plays in the sand and is quiet and I can do stuff on my iPod to catch up on emails and just send them when I have wifi.
4:48 p.m. — We get there (very little traffic) and I smear on some Clinique Pep Start SPF 50 which I love. My skin has finally healed I think and I haven’t had a bump in a while. I’m still diligently drinking 2 cups of spearmint, 1 cup of matcha each morning, and taking my supplements. It sounds like a lot but I really do think it helps my skin. When I stop something, my skin acts up in the tiniest of rebellions. The most important thing though, is exfoliation and double cleansing (makeup remover and then face wash).
4:50 p.m. — A police car circles the block twice. She seems to be looking for someone. I wonder who…
5:48 p.m. — A neighbour stops and we chat about raising kids. Apparently she and her husband are very lenient on their son and he is the same age as Little Bun and has zero respect for them in that he doesn’t listen to them AT ALL.
5:51 p.m. — She asks for advice and I’m hesitant to dish out any but I am firm that she and her husband have to be on the same page when it comes to discipline and they have to be CONSISTENT. No means no, and if not, there are consequences like time out or your toy is confiscated. You cry, you CRY. That’s it. I’m pretty firm with Little Bun and he is pretty well behaved I think. Who knows. Sometimes he is a monster like last weekend when we were out and I’m sure childless folks thought I was such a terrible mother. Perspective, y’all.
6:18 p.m. — She goes home resolved to at least be on the same page with her husband on discipline (as in instituting some), and I tell her just to think of the big picture. He is young and easy to change somewhat but as he gets older, it gets harder and harder. The goal is only to try to raise a good, independent, kind person. That’s it. Kids will be who they are, but you can’t teach that when they’re too old and it may be too late to help them.
6:23 p.m. — I take Little Bun back late because on Mondays my partner normally doesn’t make dinner (we eat what is in the fridge). I am on a RAMPAGE to clean up. I vacuum the half of the apartment I missed the other day, and get a HUGE handful of dust and hair (umm.. eww..).
6:33 p.m. — I make a cup of spearmint tea while I feed Little Bun vegan tomato soup with oatmeal.
6:53 p.m. — I clean up the closet and put away all of my clean clothes (I just toss them on the rack and hang them up later).
7:11 p.m. — I organize the bathroom, and put all my underwear in the drawers, and organize my jewellery in the top rack now that I have my nice new fancy toiletry rack <3
7:43 p.m. — I log online and buy more Fermented Cod Liver Pills for the omega 3 and the gentle cold processed pills. They are NOT cheap, but I do feel better taking them than not. $135.95
8:13 p.m. — I feel slightly more organized and at least on top of it, somewhat, and I drink my now cold spearmint tea (just the way I like it).
8:43 p.m. — We get ready for bed, and I finally convince Little Bun to read two NEW books tonight. I cannot read those SAME TWO books again. I will die. I will poke my eyes out. My brain will implode I had to already hide some of his other books because I couldn’t stand the story any longer, like that stupid King Elk book from Ikea I bought because it was only $1. BIG MISTAKE.
5:40 a.m. — Little Bun wakes me at 6 but it is so dark that I think it is 5 a.m. and I pet his bum hoping he will go back to sleep.
6:10 a.m. — He finally turns to me and softly says: “Mommy, pease get up.. “ in a tone that sounds a lot like: “I don’t want to make you angry but this is actually not working out for me and I am not going to sleep.”
6:20 a.m. — I get up, get his milk, and collapse back to “sleep” this limbo in between sleep and no sleep situation that I am all too familiar with.
6:30 a.m. — My partner gets up and exclaims: It is already 6:30!!!!! Eff me. EFF ME.
6:37 a.m. — I quickly get up and start getting ready, rushing because if I don’t get out by 7, we hit schoolbuses and traffic. Ideally, I would leave at 6:45 and all would be calm but this never happens.
6:40 a.m. — Little Bun starts squealing and getting upset that he can’t stay at home with Mommy. I tell him to behave or NO PARK AFTER SCHOOL. He clams up but then starts whining again. This is what happens when he DOESN’T SLEEP. I have no idea how to get him to sleep more because yesterday I ran him hard at the park, making him jump for bubbles….
6:50 a.m. — I manage to somehow make a tea, ravage my basil plant, grab my bag, grab my lunch, make up (it looks so good now with a Dermablend mix for more coverage and it feels super light), and get out the door with a protesting Little Bun.
7:19 a.m. — We get to preschool, he sits in his chair and just wails as I leave (again, related to SLEEP or lack thereof). They tell me he is now skipping naps at preschool and I wonder if that is it — he doesn’t need a nap any more.
7:23 a.m. — At work, I nail 2 issues in half an hour and FINALLY manage to make some headway on another project.
8:07 a.m. — At the cafeteria, the Director (he is actually the boss of all my bosses but I strangely report to him directly in the HR hierarchy), asks me how things are going. As usual, I’m confident and he is happy with the situation. I hope he keeps me for at least next year (Momma wants to save up for our vacations!), as he is really the guy to impress to stay on, but it is a delicate balance as I have to be aware of how much my manager hates him. My manager goes out of his way to avoid him. It is like trying to be friends with everyone, and he is the common enemy of all. I hate office politics but my new game is: STFU, Be Friendly, and Bill like a mofo at work. So far, it is working out well.
8:14 a.m. — I get back to my desk and worrrrk. I’m really working towards my yoga class, truth be told. I’m feeling so much stronger these days, the initial 2 weeks were hellish but now I can do the full yoga push-up and feel very VERY good.
9:28 a.m. — I quickly pop out to grab my photos for Mamie (can you believe she still hasn’t gotten my package as it is stuck in customs?!? WTF .. you’d think I was sending cocaine or contraband like fake Camembert cheese instead of a sweet photo album and some dang DENTAL FLOSS). My partner joked it would make a nice Christmas gift (I sent the thing in JUNE!!). $6.90
9:48 a.m. — I have to mail these things after yoga. I’ll go for a little afternoon walk to the post office.
11:28 a.m. — I work until it is time for yoga and I bolt, after having a meeting with my manager.
1:08 p.m. — I feel so good after yoga, and on the way back I’m glowing.
1:18 p.m. —I eat my lunch but am still hungry so I hit up a food truck and get a massive salad with a smoothie (all vegetarian). $39.10
1:38 p.m. —OMG. This salad is so good I can’t even. Tamari sauce? Mock mushroom chicken? The salad, the addition of coriander, avocado…. I am definitely replicating this for home. It is YUM. And probably doing it at home would be wayyyy cheaper than $40. LOL I am licking the bowl clean.
2:08 p.m. — I continue working and my manager tasks me with a list of issues to list, find solutions for and clean up.
3:16 p.m. — My mom emails me to ask me to help her find a portable piano for lessons she is taking. I buy this one called Everybody Gain Portable 88 Flexible Roll-up Piano off Amazon with the best ratings (the best you can get for a roll up piano anyway). I could have purchased any cheap piano but apparently the $50 ones can’t play chords, so what’s the point if she is learning?!? I won’t even bother to ask her for the money, it’ll be a gift. $154.99
4:18 p.m. — I work and I shoot an email off before leaving. He is staying at home tomorrow with his father because everyone is going on a field trip. I would have sent him too but my partner was not keen on wasting $26 on something we could do as a family together.
4:22 p.m. — OMG my playlist is so good. I have this one Mash-Up in particular on repeat: Dafter Stronger Gold Digger (this site is AMAZING for mashup downloads)… As well as The Great Gatsby Soundtrack (still in love with it after all this time especially Bang Bang).
4:28 p.m. — I didn’t get around to mailing my photos to Mamie though. I’ll do that tomorrow as my mid-morning break.
4:39 p.m. —I snag Little Bun from preschool who gets to the snack basket and is horrified there isn’t anything in there. They give him a snack (trail mix) and we get going. He knows better than to eat the snack in my car and waits patiently for the park.
5:08 p.m. — Traffic was the same as usual, just about a 20 minute delay for a 2 minute stretch and we get to the park. I take out another bottle of bubbles (I have 4 more to use up), and Little Bun watches the kids play while he eats his snack.
5:10 p.m. — I make notes to pick up 2 more tank tops (they are good) so I don’t have to do laundry immediately every week in case I forget for Monday. I also need maybe 2 more pairs of pants. That’s another few hundred right there but I can wait until I find some on sale…
5:29 p.m. — I notice some young boys chucking plastic guns at each other, which I normally would not give AF about, but there is Little Bun running around and other little kids. Why is NO ONE SAYING ANYTHING? I tell them off in French, they sort of listen then go back to throwing the guns at each other again. Their parents are nowhere to be found. I almost want to give them another shouting, but decide I’ll just remember who they are and tell their parents the next time I see them. You may be wondering: Who the eff is she to be telling MY kid off at the park? Well, I’m the mother who is concerned with her Little Bun not losing an eye to some stupid shenanigans, and if Little Bun were that little boy, I’d want someone to tell me so I can give it to him.
6:12 p.m. — I get Little Bun back into the house for dinner (I’m still stuffed from my awesome vegetarian salad and smoothie), and I start a load of laundry, and go through my tasks to do.
6:30 p.m. — While Little Bun is occupied with an iPad in the bathroom, I take a shower. As leisurely of one as I can while I hear him mixing and matching songs on a slideshow on the floor.
6:50 p.m. — Last night, I culled a chunk from my wardrobe, mostly pants that I can still fit into but feel way too tight now (lower BS tolerance). This means I need to eventually replace the white jeans with a higher rise and bigger size, and my navy pants too although I can just wear jeans instead. Okay just white pants then. I make a note for Black Friday sales. If AG makes white jeans, I’m all over them.
7:15 p.m. — I do all the dishes as my partner cuts up strawberries as a snack for us.
7:35 p.m. — Dishes done, I hear a smash, a growling, and swear words from my partner.
7:37 p.m. — He comes out, showing me that he smashed my Bulgarian lavender perfume all over the bathroom. *sigh*.. I don’t say anything. I just go get another one from my stock. At least it wasn’t super ridiculously expensive like one of my serums.
7:41 p.m. — I make some spearmint tea, and go through my skincare routine…
8:00 p.m. — I’m reading books to Little Bun before he goes to get ready for bed. He is all over MY books, he doesn’t want to read his stuff, he wants MOMMY’S books. *sigh*
6:20 a.m. — I wake up from such a deep sleep and I don’t want to. It feels so good. But it is 6:20 again and Little Bun is remarking on the weather (after having run out to the living room to check, and then opening the bedroom curtains to verify it is the same thing in the bedroom). “Mommy! Pwease get up. It is foggy outside.”
6:22 a.m. — I am up, getting his milk, then starting the dish towels to soak with some OxiClean, putting all the dishes away, trying to cobble together an outfit because the white peplum top I chose is not cute unless the skirt is tight and fitted. I discard about 3 outfits until I settle for Secretary as the theme just as an excuse to wear my favourite skirt (honestly it is tiiiiight and high waisted but it is stretchy enough to fit). I tuck in a silk top, add some gold jewellery and I’m good. Wow. Not bad. A little sexier than what I normally wear. Am a bit nervous.
6:33 a.m. — I get Little Bun changed, he poos just slightly in his underwear (he waited too long for the bathroom) so I change him again and am out of fresh underwear (more laundry to do today) so I put him in Pull-ups and will change him at preschool into underwear.
6:59 a.m. — We are out the door after I curl my lashes (I have very short stubby ones and only now, about a month in not including my Vampire Red Eye SNAFU, am I finally seeing a LITTLE length which for other people is just the normal length of eyelashes).
7:23 a.m. — I drop him at preschool with a snack bag (we grabbed the last one from yesterday), I change him into underwear, and kiss him goodbye.
7:43 a.m. — At work, I just start.
7:53 a.m. — My manager waltzes in and we both groan at the fact it isn’t already Friday as we grab hot morning drinks and get to work.
9:43 a.m. — I break to go mail those photos to Mamie and buy some photo envelopes for later. $25.33
10:20 a.m. — I probably should not have done this but I googled where to get that AH-MAZING salad I had yesterday and ….. found a ton of locations. One right around where I work. Like … 5 minutes away. Oh this is going to be bad for my wallet but at least it is vegetarian and super yummy and full of veggies? #YOLO also their mock chicken with mushrooms is so much tastier and better than actual chicken.
11:45 a.m. — I bust off to yoga and am excited to kill it. My outfit at least matches today. I plan on buying more tops when I go to return the other top at Lululemon and if they don’t have my size I’ll order it online (it takes forever to ship….)
12:03 p.m. — Psst.. Yoga Public Service Announcement for those of us who do yoga, please check your pants are not see through… OMG I can see EVERYTHING of this woman.. and I mean *everything*.. if you buy yoga pants make sure they are doubly thick. Hold them up to the light, stretch them out and you should NOT be able to see anything through it (e.g. Other people), that’s how you know something is see-through or not. I am NOT TRYING TO LOOK, but it is like a car crash…
1:13 p.m. — I finish yoga on a high and go to grab that yummy salad (obsessed). $23.12
1:40 p.m. — It is pricey but so good. I’m speed walking back to eat it.
1:45 p.m. — I sit at my desk, eat my normal lunch first (couscous, basil and chickpeas) then my salad (SO GOOD!) and continue to work.
2:15 p.m. — My manager sends out an email that we are slacking behind on certain issues and there is a push to fix everything before the end of the month so that things clear out … but honestly you can’t add more work and more people without expecting less issues and problems to resolve with the SAME AMOUNT OF PEOPLE on your team. You need to hire MORE people or stop overloading them with cumbersome processes and documents to fill out and approve at every step of the way. All that stuff takes time.
3:50 p.m. — I get ready to go after taking a mini walk around to iMessage a friend about an app idea. We have always wanted to start a business together.
4:47 p.m. — I grab Little Bun and decide to leave some work for tomorrow morning when I get in early. I may have to go bother a Director.
4:53 p.m. — Uhh okay. Apparently Little Bun broke his glass water bottle. I toss it in the garbage after making sure no one was hurt. We grab a rice cake before leaving (ewww), and I take him to the park. We have to get back early because I need to do all this laundry I’ve been putting off — kitchen towels, his underwear, my yoga gear…
5:22 p.m. — We go to the park and get caught in traffic as usual. In the back, Little Bun is asking to go back to the farm to pick more “mini vegetables” like these ones from last week:
5:23 p.m. — At the park a little boy 2 years older than Little Bun is hilariously making commentary about being a superstar and how you have to come and catch him if you want him…. just typical little boy nonsense. Can’t wait for Little Bun to come up with gems.
5:27 p.m. — Little Bun munches on his rice cake and then blows bubbles for 20 minutes.
6:25 p.m. — We head home shortly and I immediately start the kitchen towels to wash again, and get everything unpacked and organized. Whenever stuff is left out, I feel super bogged down and like I am not with it. I always use this 15-minute clean up everything trick.
7:13 p.m. — I feed Little Bun some vegan tomato soup, we eat some olive fougasse and I start on the second load of laundry, toss everything into the dryer, and make some spearmint tea.
8:07 p.m. — Little Bun squeals for attention and I am trying to do 50 things at once, so I stop, read a book to him, then desperately try to get him interested in a puzzle of the world and this one by Ravensburger is what he is obsessed with. I don’t even know what I do, but I remember throwing the second load of laundry into the dryer, putting them away, wiping down the dried dishes and vacuuming.
9:02 p.m. — Whoa it is late. Time for bed. EVERYONE IN BED NOW. NOW!
Spent: $23.12 – This is going to be an expensive addiction to salads
6:22 a.m. — Why isn’t today Friday? Someone explain to me again how this works. I wake up from Little Bun sitting on my stomach then scooching his bum back until it is on my face, then rubbing his bum back and forth on my face, giggling like crazy at this game he likes to call “Bum bum in the face”.
6:27 a.m. — I get up, get his milk and get ready and start making my tea. I make a second cup to go because I feel like I need it today.
6:30 a.m. — As I’m doing my makeup, I put on mascara and curl my lashes — wow! I’m amazed. It looks like I have normal lashes now. They look really good. A millimetre or so more and I’ll cut back to twice a week because I don’t want Bambi lashes that look fake, just .. lusher, and slightly longer. Little Bun stays home with his father today so I feel free…
7:02 a.m. — I grab my lunch and head to work.
7:10 a.m. — I immediately start working, today I have to skip yoga because I have a big presentation right in the middle (don’t worry, I’m planning on eating my latest obsession, a vegetarian beauty of umami goodness I discovered recently).
8:42 a.m. — I take a break halfway through and go for a walk. I wish I could find things to do that are only half an hour long that don’t involve shopping but it is hard. Maybe tomorrow I’ll get some milk because I’m almost out this week.
9:07 a.m. — I get back, then I continue working then ramp up for the presentation. An hour later, everything is beyond perfect. Phew.
11:37 a.m. — No yoga today I have to work and have meetings up until yoga, so I have to skip it. And tomorrow no yoga either, I’m finally taking my manager to go buy some sauces.
12:22 p.m. — I head off for my treat after my last meeting; this salad bowl is mixed greens, carrots, red cabbage, tomatoes, walnuts, tamari dressing and mock chicken made out of mushrooms (I ate some alone and it tastes better than actual grilled chicken to me, and I’m a meat-eater). $23.21
11:52 a.m. — As I scarf down my meal at the restaurant, I’m finishing off Modern Lovers by Emma Straub. Turns out, her books are great at the end of it all. They oddly draw you in. I get up to go to leave and a guy (owner?) comes out, personally thanks me for eating there, and then as I go to leave he personally says good bye to me again. What hospitable service! I wish my girlfriends lived here because I’d love to do lunches with them here. Oh well.
12:09 p.m. — I head back to the office, noting I still have a half hour left, so I finish off Modern Lovers which has a satisfying bittersweet ending for me. I won’t spoil it but I loved it. I’d recommend it if you like interesting characters and insight into personality, but not insist that you HAD TO READ THIS BOOK, the way I would feel about The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls, which is my #1 of all-time non-fiction recommendation for everyone of all ages.
2:52 p.m. — I continue to work, but my brain just shuts off …. and I discover an issue we completely overlooked. Who the eff designed this crap? The flow is all off, it makes no sense. Has NO ONE cared until now? I eye my manager but decide I don’t want to ruin his Thursday. I’ll bring it up on Friday morning.
3:12 p.m. — I confirm instead, that he wants to come with me to go buy sauces tomorrow that I’ve been recommending like wafu salad dressing and to show him where he can buy it (he likes umami flavours like me and cooks for his family often). He almost treats me like his more established daughter.. LOL… Very fatherly and protective, he says I remind him of his kids.
2:52 p.m. — I decide to duck out early and go read or something until dinner time at home.
4:47 p.m. — On the way back after getting stuck in traffic I spy my partner turning at the intersection as we round the corner into my neighbourhood. I wonder if Little Bun spotted me. I hope not but that child has eyes like an eagle for me, he is always scanning faces and can spot things I had no idea existed.
4:52 p.m. — Well, looks like I’m hanging out on a street until I am SURE they are safely parked and inside so that I can drive, park, and sneak to the common area in my building to read in peace for an hour. Oh the sneaky Mommy tricks I play…
5:05 p.m. — I sneak back to the building and go downstairs to read my book, I’m starting on Notes on a Banana Peel by David Leite.
6:07 p.m. — I was so engrossed in the book (REALLY A GOOD READ!!!), I almost don’t want to go upstairs. I do it anyway, and my partner amusedly informs me that Little Bun already had the appetizer (red pepper bread) because he couldn’t wait, and now he is eying my share of the food.
6:10 p.m. — Little Bun runs into my arms, leans in sweetly, and says softly in my ear: “Mommy..? Want duck and bread!!!“… oh this child. I start a load of laundry.
6:27 p.m. — My partner says that he knew he was going to make duck tonight and has been HASSLING him the entire day for it because he loves it so.
6:55 p.m. — I go in and take a nice long hot shower, and keep Little Bun busy with a mini iPad that I only let him have in the bathroom while I shower. He likes to make slideshows on it. It’s my secret Mommy weapon to keep him quiet and behave for just a little bit while I shower. I’m just trying to survive here, folks. I get out of the shower and put everything in the dryer.
7:11 p.m. — We sit down for a nice dinner and then… Little Bun turns into a Little Monster. He gets punished with timeouts while I am trying to eat my duck, and it just keeps going and going until he finally exhausts himself and myself. I JUST WANT TO EAT MY FOOD.
8:02 p.m. — I finish my now cold duck, and have a whole pile of dishes to do. I get started on them while I foist him off on his father. He’s so much trouble sometimes.
8:45 p.m. — I finish wiping the last of the plates to dry and put away the dried clothes. I’m exhausted. I log on to check the Lululemon site for any more sale items (need 2 more pairs of pants and 2 more tops to stop doing laundry daily), but nothing pops up.
9:10 p.m. — WHOA IT IS LATE. Luckily my partner saw I was engrossed with trying to answer emails and explain to my mom how to reset her password for a network, and got Little Bun ready. I hustle him off to bed, and together, we do a shared reading of ONE BOOK of his choice (Red Leaf, Yellow Leaf, as we are coming up on Autumn). He shocks me, by reading words like “held”.. I did not teach him that. He must have learned it at preschool as they were doing Circle Time. He reads a solid 70% of the book, and I am .. just bursting with pride. All my hard work paid off with alphabets, spelling, constantly talking.. I thought nothing was getting into his little sponge-y brain but then one day it just exploded out of him.
9:30 p.m. — OK seriously. Some of us have to work. I go to sleep.
6:22 a.m. — I’m up and Little Bun is in a VERY good mood. He finds me getting ready in the bathroom, and then blinks a few times, then cries out: Want Daddy. WHERE IS DADDY?!... (OMG.. my dream is finally coming true, all this work is paying off, he is finally ASKING FOR HIS FATHER VOLUNTARILY!)
6:25 a.m. — He finds my partner hiding in the bathroom in the dark trying to have a few moments of peace to himself (too late!!), and giggles happily, saying he is staying at home with Daddy today because it is FRIDAY. And Mommy goes to work. (You got it!)
6:42 a.m. — I make tea while I do my makeup and dress. My semi-Bambi lashes are awesome. WOO HOO! I decide on a flashy necklace today…
7:09 a.m. — I gulp down my eat, ravage my basil plant for my lunch, and then head off to work. Before I go, I tell Little Bun that I’m leaving, and he waves goodbye, gives me a big hug and kiss and runs to sit on his father’s lap. Just as I am leaving the door, he gets off his father’s lap, runs towards me and says very seriously: “Mommy wait. I love you!!!!!“.. then waves good-bye….. <3
7:28 a.m. — At work, I arrive on a high. I love Little Bun so much, and it is very hard to be a parent but it is just so worth it when you hear that.
10:18 a.m. — Whoa. It’s already 10? … My manager is bouncing in his chair, he is seriously excited about this sauce trip because he already told his wife that he’s bringing home dinner and has BIG PLANS for this weekend for a great meal from a recipe I gave him. It’s adorable.
11:02 a.m. — We both eat our lunches while chatting about upcoming tasks. I have another project I’m assigned to, but now I’m being pulled into 80 different directions now that they know what I’m capable of.
11:22 a.m. — We leave and start walking, on the way we’re chatting, he’s talking about how his kids sometimes don’t take life as seriously as they should and they just stay up late, live like Night Owls, which is fine, but then the whole day is shot as they have to rush to do everything by 5 p.m… I commiserate.
12:08 p.m. — We buy all the ingredients, I even show him where to pick up a few quick snacks, and he comes out having spent at least $50 on everything, excited for the weekend. I buy a few things myself like some cheesecakes and so on. $11.60
1:32 p.m. — Back at the office, everyone gathers around to see what we bought. Now they ALL want me to bring them on a mini field trip to buy food. LOL…. I promise the next time I go I will. Instead, I cut up the cheesecake I bought and give everyone a slice, which they all gobble down and are thrilled. The next time I go, I’ll have to take orders for them so they can bring back some for their kids too. Haha. I’m a gourmand, it’s true. A picky one too.
1:44 p.m. — I continue working… and then I just do some cleanup for the weekend. My project is done, everyone is happy, a few SNAFUs I could not have predicted along the way, and now I have lots of other things to do.. which is nice. I like being kept busy.
4:05 p.m. — I AM OUT OF HERE. I quickly grab my USB key out after backing up my work files and BOLT.
4:45 p.m. — At the library, I’m downloading all the mash-up songs from this site A&D Downloads because they did the one mash-up that is my ultimate favourite and it is killer. I’ll listen to the rest and sort through what I like or not.
5:35 p.m. — At home, Little Bun sticks to his father like glue (who is this new child!?) and loves bonding with Daddy. I have some peace and quiet as I take my clothes and my makeup off and change into comfortable loungewear. My partner and I chat as he makes a quick pasta and just covers it with Parmesan cheese (the ultimate in umami goodness):
7:47 p.m. — I log on, quickly check Lululemon and snag a new pair of yoga pants in teal. I need 2 more pairs and I am good, but I don’t want to wear black so I have been trying to find different patterns and colours to buy. $113.83
8:00 p.m. — My partner gets Little Bun ready, and I head into the bedroom after my skincare routine to read books to him, and have him read back to me. He does pretty well and I’m pleased. He has been asking for numbers lately, so I think I may try and find some math apps or some activity books to do together.
??:?? — Little Bun has to go potty.
??:?? — Little Bun is squealing: “MOMMY LAUNDRY!! WANT TO HELP LAUNDRY!”.. where is he dreaming this stuff!? I soothe him and tell him I’ll wait but right now it’s night time and we all have to sleep.
??:?? — He is drifting off to sleep finally, but murmurs: “No.. Mommy.. no little bum pat.. big bum pat ..FASTER..faster bum pat.” … this baby of mine is giving me directions on how to properly pat his bum to sleep (Oh excuse me, your Little Highness!). I almost want to burst out laughing but that would just wake him up so I stifle my tired giggles.
6:46 a.m. — Ugh. He “slept” in .. but he broke my sleep so many times I’m exhausted. He is in a great mood though and that makes me so happy. We cuddle and kiss, and I listen to him explain to me that it’s foggy outside, and I re-explain that we have to watch for the trees turning colour now for Autumn because the leaves will fall off and they will go to sleep which is called ‘hibernation’. He looks at me with his serious big doe eyes and nods.
8:19 a.m. — Two cups of tea later, I dab on some raw apple cider vinegar on my pimples (two last ones happening on the chin). My cheek is breaking out a little, and you know what, I suspect it is because of the meat. I ate chicken last night, and each time I eat duck or chicken, my skin breaks out. I feel like this is my push to really go vegetarian… as much as possible, or eat half of what I would eat as meat.
8:25 a.m. — I backup my other laptop. One more to go, but I still need to move all my information off this laptop to the one that doesn’t go to the internet to make sure I have everything securely saved. So much to get done.. I need at least a week for this, I’ll do it during Christmas (when I am forced to do my books).
8:48 a.m. — While all of that is happening, I go and do my skincare routine and pop my pills, which currently include:
- Fermented cod liver pills – The omega 3 and probiotics of this is a win for me
- Biosil pills – My skin, hair and nails have improved a lot
- B12 – My mother says to take one a day in the morning and see if it helps but I need a meal with this
- Vitamin C & E – Meant for urinary tract infections but this combination actually helps your body build collagen for your skin inside, so.. double win I say
9:02 a.m. — Oh yeah! I have an IPL laser appointment today, #2 of the 6 I purchased for almost $700. I’ve been taking photos just for my own personal review later and will see how my skin looks after 6 sessions.
9:12 a.m. — As I do a roundup for links, I succumb to this iPad mini case. TOO PRETTY. $36.44
9:25 a.m. — Little Bun hassles me for “More math!?“.. so I show him the new app I bought, and he loves it so much, that I end up upgrading to the full app. I am trying out this one but they look way too easy for him…. $1.39
9:34 a.m. — Hmm. Should have bought the bundle of 4 apps, I didn’t know there were more in the bundle for way cheaper ($2.99). I think I overspent by $2.78. Oh well. Maybe I can dispute it afterwards. $5.77
10:04 a.m. — This is too cute. I wish I could share a video of Little Bun, but he is playing on his math apps, doing the right numbers and matching them to the items, like “1, 2, 3, 4…” and then when he does them all correctly, and gets the balloons, he claps for himself. LOL
10:30 a.m. — I gets lost in the rabbit hole that is MM Lafleur because I SO DESPERATELY want a piece from them. I love their draping, their made in NYC, their pockets everywhere.. oh goodness. No. MUST STEEL RESOLVE. Resist. RESIST, SHERRY. You need to clean out your closet first, sell a whole bunch of crap and THEN we can MAYBE talk about this. MAYBE.
11:38 a.m. — My partner comes home with more tomatoes and some bread and one of Little Bun’s favourites — Reblochon cheese. He starts whining for it but my partner is busy preparing pineapple chunks and then Little Bun bursts into tears, because he doesn’t want to wait for the cheese — “No want no! No want have to wait!!!” I calm him down and explain that Daddy is busy and we have to be patient.
11:47 a.m. — He sniffles against my chest and we are fine after 15 minutes and I enlist his help in getting ready. Then the cheese comes out, and he just drops me like a hot potato and runs towards The One With Cheese and Bread.
12:06 a.m. — I end up eating together with Little Bun and then I get ready to leave. As he is finishing his bowl of pineapple chunks he wriggles in his chair and squeals: No want Mommy to go out! Mommy stay in!! Mommmmmmyyyyyyy!!!!!
12:24 a.m. — I tell him I have to get ready to Get Stuff Done and he calms down somewhat. Then I foist him off on his father with the math apps and tell him to show Daddy his math skills.
12:30 p.m. — He excitedly forgets all about me and grabs the iPad and runs towards his father squealing for Math with Daddy!!!
12:32 p.m. — I sneak out and head to my IPL appointment. $2.25
1:00 p.m. — I get there and just as I cross the road, a guy asks me for the time, which I give to him.
1:44 p.m. — I head to my appointment and an hour later, after she amps up the laser on my face and says she concentrated on my nose and the pigmented areas, I go to leave, after making another appointment for the next time, session #3. Sweeeet.
1:57 p.m. — As I leave, the SAME guy who asked me for the time, IS THERE staring at me through the window…. I think for a moment: How weird, oh maybe he was waiting for his girlfriend… but then he sidles up to me as I’m walking to the metro and starts chatting me up. Then what happens next is only stuff in stalker movies. I had been joking about dating and how guys stalk girls to get their number but this ACTUALLY HAPPENED TO ME.
1:59 p.m. — He then proceeds to tell me he had been waiting for me through my appointment outside [like a creepy stalker] and even asked if I worked there (what, to stalk me even more?!?), and he wanted tell me he thought I was really beautiful. Like REALLY beautiful. I … say “Thank you“, and shut it down with a “But I’m taken, and have a child..” Talk about being creeped out. He waited for an hour just chilling after stalking me there …. whoa.
2:14 p.m. — I try to shake him off by saying I’m heading to the metro and good-bye, and even after finding out I have a partner and so on, he persists in saying my partner is very lucky….. and then asks or wants to know and meet him (to check out the completion? Whaaaaaaaat. WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE.)
2:20 p.m. — I end up bolting into the metro saying good bye and as I’m shaking off my nerves, lost in the comfort of a crowd of people, I hear a message the train has been delayed for 45 minutes for a “medical emergency”, which I suspect means “suicide”.
2:28 p.m. — As I look up and decide I’ll just eat the cost of the ticket and walk, I SEE THE SAME GUY THERE IN THE METRO. OMFG. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
2:36 p.m. — He sees me walking to exit, and steps in front to wave his fingers in front of my face, I pretend that I think it is some random person doing it to a friend, I have my head down on my iPod and I just book it up the stairs.
2:42 p.m. — Outside, I’m going the long way around (not on the main street) to basically shake him off me (I don’t think he followed me but just to be sure…).
3:06 p.m. — I finally walk off all my nerves from it. I wasn’t scared per se, but that is kind of creepy. What did he want? Access to my network of friends to see who else could be single? WE WERE NOT GOING TO BE FRIENDS. Sorry. Not going to happen. I buy two tubs of yoghurt and pray he does not have the brains to go and ask the aesthetician to ask her for my number or whatever, and IF HE DOES, I PRAY she is smart enough to give him an eye and say: No way, jackass. I realize I forgot my freezer bag in the car for the yoghurt. Damn. Oh well. $10
3:18 p.m. — I speed walk, and end up (somehow) at one of my favourite boutiques (hmm how did this happen)… and I find a great Bordeaux coloured tank top on major discount down from $132 to $27. I snag it because it is super soft, doubly-lined jersey and can be tucked into my skirts perfectly for work. $31.04
3:32 p.m. — I pick up a smoothie which is pretty good and refreshing but dang.. expensive!!! $8.04
3:48 p.m. — I go to Lululemon and return the grey tank that would definitely show sweat everywhere and swap it out for a navy tank, and order an olive one (they had no more of my size in stock). We are good for tanks now. Just 2 more pairs of pants and I’m good. $94.30
3:55 p.m. — I drop by Banana Republic and use my Merchandise Certificate. This thing sucks because I have to be IN STORE to use it, and if they don’t have stuff IN STORE that I want, I can’t use it. I pick up two royal blue tops (one in silk & cashmere, the other in plain jersey) and one magenta top (in silk and cashmere). They don’t have my size in green, so I’ll wait until the next 40% off sale and buy this one too in a v-neck. $0 – It was a credit
4:15 p.m. — I go to Sephora and return a few things, and pick up my BareMinerals Bare Complexion Rescue (am about to run out). $0 – It was a credit
4:21 p.m. — I hop on the bus to save walking time to the parking lot. I want to get home early. $2.25
4:50 p.m. — I make it to the parking lot but my pass expired. WTF. I manage to convince the security guys that I DO work there and I have paid for this pass for all of September. The guy lets me out. $0 – Thank goodness. If I paid, I would have asked for my money back.
5:35 p.m. — I make it home, finally, and have some chicken on the grill on bread. Yums.
6:57 p.m. — We finish dinner, and I do the dishes. It seems like every time I do them, MORE pop up. I’m tired. My partner can’t boil water without dirtying 50 plates and 8 bowls.
7:44 p.m. — I finally finish the dishes, I organize my bag for the next day.
5:00 a.m. — I wake up involuntarily because Little Bun is up and therefore Mommy has to be up too. He jumps and hops around my head and body until he finally says: MOMMY. POTTY. in an urgent voice.
5:10 a.m. — I immediately get up, then grab his milk for bed. I try to get him back to sleep after the milk but today is not that day.
5:30 a.m. — I end up making tea like a zombie and then playing math apps with Little Bun on the iPad. I then put away the dishes. I don’t even know what happened next, I was so zoned out, I probably passed out on the bed while he did.. Little Bun stuff.
7:00 a.m. — My partner gets up and I get Little Bun ready to head out to the park. I want to tie together nature with Red Leaf, Yellow Leaf and show him the changing seasons so he is aware. My mom says he only has until the age of 5 until he will refuse to listen and learn any more, apparently. He is very pliable now.
7:30 a.m. — Ok we are FINALLY ready. Ish. I start a load of laundry.
8:03 a.m. — For real now. We are actually ready.
8:21 a.m. — I walk out with him and we begin our nature lesson together with the book. He seems to get it but not get it. A couple more times and if should be good.
8:33 a.m. — At the park, we play instead of walking someone and then after a little while, we go home.
9:45 a.m. — Little Bun picks at his pasta (I think he was waiting for the good stuff)… and is a whiny pain in the …. he had to be punished a few times with timeouts because he was screaming and just being terrible.
10:27 a.m. — I end up playing with him while the other lunch is being prepared.
10:55 a.m. — When the sausage and pasta dish comes out, he lights up and sits quietly and happily without being a whiny pain at the table.
11:40 a.m. — I try to get him down for his nap but he refuses so I do the dishes and tell him he can do some math on the iPad in the meantime. He happily agrees.
12:56 p.m. — After I’m done dishes, he resists nap time but I gently herd him into the room and tell him everyone needs an hour of quiet time. My partner collapses beside me to nap. I tell Little Bun the story of The Little Boy Who Refused To Nap and it ends with him closing his eyes and listening to his Mommy.
1:44 p.m. — Little Bun naps for an hour while I read Notes on a Banana (it is breaking my heart his story, and I’m so much more sensitive to little boy’s fears and issues now).
1:56 p.m. — I decide to take him on the train today and to check out Body by Jude — they don’t seem to give sales so whatever I buy is unlikely to go on a deeper discount later. (What? JUST LOOKING, said the Girl Who Loves to Shop And Has Poor Impulse Control).
2:11 p.m. — Little Bun sucks down his milk and I get him ready to go on the train. We make it just in time!! $2.25
2:41 p.m. — We head downtown where I get lost until after a few false starts (I am terrible with directions, should have Google Mapped this to see visual touchpoints of where to walk) I find the store I want to browse (*cough* *cough*) and end up walking out with a very cool, cosy sweatshirt with a high-low hen and two incredible necklaces. $258.75
3:55 p.m. — Oops. But the items are gorgeous and incredible… I’m such a convert of this brand and these necklaces. I’ve noticed my style moving towards more delicate items as of late (not too delicate) or wanting something super bold and a statement piece. I’m especially enamoured with delicate layering necklaces as of late.
4:12 p.m. — We walk past an ice cream shop and I make the mistake of telling him before realizing it was too close to dinner that he can have a treat if he behaves and now the child is fixated on an ice cream treat (he hasn’t had any since I last made some homemade creamy lemon ice cream).
4:21 p.m. — I manage to deflect his insistence on having some ice cream and we get on the bus which makes him forget about that dang ice cream cone. $2.25
4:57 p.m. — We hear back on the metro and JUST miss the bus. I play with him at the bus stop until the next one arrives and we are on the way home.
5:19 p.m. — We get off the bus and now he wants to “pee pee in the garden”, a translation from when we were in Europe and his father showed him how to, so now he is obsessed with peeing outside at will. I quickly lead him behind a bush.
5:41 p.m. — We finally make it home (HE WANTED TO BE CARRIED THE WHOLE WAY!) and I unpack everything. It was a very hot day … I’m sweating buckets. I am quite pleased with my purchase and will wear that sweatshirt with my leather leggings and boots. I can see this becoming a staple outfit. Just.. way too hot now.
5:51 p.m. — I hang everything up and start culling my wardrobe a little more aggressively (I need the space!!). I also need to finally let go of some jewellery that no longer suits me or I just don’t reach for any longer for whatever reason (nothing goes with it)…
6:19 p.m. — We sit down for a meal of duck confit and Little Bun loves it. He keeps asking for more and I ravage my basil plant to add some freshness.
7:22 p.m. — I prep my bags for tomorrow and do the dishes. My partner finishes the packing for our lunches and the sink is somehow full again. I groan and just decide to leave it for tomorrow after work.
7:59 p.m. — I read my book while I try to get this Amazon order to go through debiting my aunt’s account. She may have to call to tell the bank to let it through.
8:19 p.m. — I give up on Amazon and just decide to sleep. I go through my skincare routine and I’m almost out like a light. Little Bun however has other ideas and is so dang hyperactive that he rips pages out of his book we are supposed to read together by accident because he is windmilling his legs as part of some Bun Game. I get frustrated and then the night ends with all of us pissed off.