A Week of Money: Where I just STOCK UP ON STUFF
2:45 a.m. — Up again. Can’t sleep. Brain running. I force myself back down.
6:00 a.m. — I wake up leisurely knowing my partner is dropping us off so I can afford to be “late” as I won’t have to hunt for a parking spot in the garage and fight with trying to park it nicely without screwing up the car.
6:15 a.m. — Little Bun is also up and protesting school. I’m tired. I already picked out my 5 outfits for the week to see if it saves me time and stress in the morning, and I just wear the first one I created.
6:17 a.m. — I make myself tea as my partner showers and Little Bun squeals. I start a load of laundry before I leave. More handkerchief washing.
7:09 a.m. — We head off to work.
7:18 a.m. — I get Little Bun into preschool and wave goodbye to my partner. He’ll come pick us up later tonight. He has to take the car to fix a heater.
7:22 a.m. — Little Bun, doesn’t sob when I leave him because dried raisins and cranberries are on the table.
8:15 a.m. — Feel hungry. I try out the breakfast sandwich in the cafeteria. It isn’t so bad. $3.70
9:25 a.m. — I get pulled into 8 different issues and feel torn in different directions. I can’t seem to do any one thing, more people keep visiting.
10:18 a.m. — SOMEONE MADE CHRISTMAS COOKIES. EMERGHERD. I am going to SCARF THESE DOWN.
10:25 p.m. — I go crazy with the Cyber Monday sale and buy a whole major stock of Paula’s Choice products. $316.64
11:00 a.m. — I leave for yoga after buying a white tank top online (I need to replace mine, I wear it under all my sheer tops). $16.05
11:15 a.m. — Just before yoga, I end up buying some cardboard boxes in the shape of cars and trucks for Little Bun. He will love them and they won’t ruin our floors. $55.77
12:36 p.m. — After yoga, I call a friend and we chat about life in general. I miss her! I cannot wait for her to visit again. We are going to talk talk talk and eat eat eat until we can’t move our lips.
1:12 p.m. — I eat my lunch and have to leave the cafeteria because they’re having a meeting. Ugh.
2:48 p.m. — I’m basically eating all the cookies. I’m a pig. I encourage people to help me in this quest.
3:00 p.m. — I drop off the cheque for Little Bun’s preschool. $400 – my half
5:35 p.m. — I leave and pick up Little Bun. His father shows up shortly after and Little Bun just LOSES HIS #$&#(#% in the car because Mommy isn’t driving.
6:00 p.m. — I get home and start the dryer.
7:10 p.m. — I take out the handkerchiefs from the dryer and fold them. I’ll leave dishes for tomorrow. I’m busy.
7:12 p.m. — Nope. Can’t do it. I do the dishes.
7:38 p.m. — Dishes done, I take the towels out of the dryer and fold them all. I introduce my partner to Mr.Porter (I made a note to find a site for him) and his eyes widen. “This is what I want”… well, not price tag wise but he found exactly what he has been looking for — good zippered Chelsea boots and silk underwear. LOL. He falls down an internet rabbit hole and I’m doing dishes, playing with Little Bun (Open/Close again where I wrap the duvet like a cape around him and hug him then “release” him when he says “Open!”)…
7:50 p.m. — I get Little Bun ready for bed so I can just lie down and half doze off while he plays around me after I get everything done. I put away the dried laundry and take out the Christmas cookies I snagged for them. My partner loves the lemon cheesecake one and thinks the gingerbread has too much cinnamon. Little Bun eats a few bites and says happily: “Cookie!!”
7:55 p.m. — SHOOT. FORGOT TO ORDER MY Vanilla Swirl (lemongrass tea) and Pear Blossom from David’s Tea at 25% off. I log on and do it. $118.88
8:16 p.m. —I get him ready for bed after I make a cup of tea. The honey in there triggers a bit of my eczema on my knee but it does help my throat.
8:46 p.m. — Bedtime.
??:?? — Mamaaaaaa… he wants comforting
??:?? — Mamaaaaaaa… he is wrapped like a burrito
??:?? — Mommmyyyyyyy…stuckkkk!!! His legs are tangled
??:?? — Maaaamaaaaaa… want pillow!!! He has no idea where his pillow went
??:?? — Mamaaaaaaaaa…. patch!!! (Pat my bum)
6:00 a.m. — I wake up just as my partner leaves. I’m tired but also not tired. Hard to say whether it is because I’m sick or if I’m not sleeping.
6:40 a.m. — Little Bun is still conked out. I make tea, get dressed and wait leisurely for him to wake up.
6:50 a.m. — He is finally up with a bit of time to spare and I give him milk then I get him ready thinking it is a birthday today at preschool (oooops I lied as I later found out it was Thursday!), and I help him sing Happy Birthday in the car to practice.
7:15 a.m. — Great. The heater button on the car broke. I can feel it all loose and about to roll off. Will need pliers to twist it for the heat! ALL THE LOLS. Sigh. This is a sign.
7:17 a.m. — I pick up some gas before getting to work. $51.81
7:48 a.m. — We get to preschool, he rejects the whole wheat bagels and takes whole wheat pita instead. Same diff, amirite? All bread. He eats it and waves good bye to me. Finally, no tears. I’m so happy. Maybe it is because he took a few bites of cookies last night.
8:00 a.m. — At work I start a tea and after drinking it am super sweaty. Ugh.
9:21 a.m. — I head out to use my Starbucks reward on a sandwich before it expires, and get a Chai Latte. $5.35 — did their prices go up again?!?
9:26 a.m. — I pick up clear cups for the office party (my contribution) and some chocolates for the Christmas season. They are so sweet here, I love my team. $29.58
9:35 a.m. — I get back to the office, sandwich goes into the fridge and then I get to work. I make two calls, set up an afternoon meeting.
11:02 a.m. — I blow my nose so many times that it cracks and bleeds. Great.
11:42 a.m. — Off to yoga. I’m craving butter chicken. No idea why. I wonder if I should eat some this week.
12:02 p.m. — At yoga, I make notes to myself before class and then go in to get changed. I’m all fatigued and sniffly but I think yoga does help…. I hope. I just want to get better…
12:45 p.m. — I leave yoga early and go for some butter chicken but the place is closed. Dangit. I buy a sandwich instead. I’ll save the Starbucks one for tomorrow because I have meetings back to back from 10 a.m. until about 3 p.m. and won’t have time to really eat or go to yoga. $6.50
1:00 p.m. — I’m super hungry for some reason. I get back to the office and eat my beans and rice, and then eat that sausage sandwich. Mmmmm..
1:45 p.m. — Someone ordered a ton of pizza and there are 5 boxes in the fridge to eat but the toppings are crap and I really hate pepperoni so I don’t bother with it seeing as I’ll just feel like crap from eating it.
1:58 p.m. — I grab my papers and head off to my first afternoon meeting. I’m really tired today. I may grab Little Bun early and head home.
4:45 p.m. — I get caught up in emails and don’t leave until later.
5:25 p.m. — Hit traffic on the way back. I’m sniffling like crazy. Little Bun is whining in the back until I say: “stop your whining” and he.. miraculously..does!
5:30 p.m. — Home. He throws a FIT because someone else pressed the elevator button. I sigh and we wait for the next one. He also wants to pick WHICH elevator it is. Ugh.. this is becoming painful to even do the most mundane of tasks like “take an elevator“. He now has a favourite elevator.
5:33 p.m. — Inside, we wash our hands, get changed, and I finish off his toddler garbage (his leftover orange wedges). I need to shower tonight, and I can feel my skin sort of drying out and itching…. I suspect it’s stress and my skin is dying for moisture.
5:48 p.m. — My partner is home. I make Little Bun shut down the computer (he likes listening to nursery rhymes) and I go to take a shower.
8:37 p.m. —
6:00 a.m. — I wake up from Little Bun crawling on top of me, wrapped like a burrito and cuddling. Then he sits on my belly. Then he crawls around like a caterpillar over and on top then around…
6:02 a.m. — I get up and ask him if he wants Mommy to bring him milk in bed (spoiled!!!!), and he says very sweetly: “Yes!” I grab his milk, he is already tucking himself in and then I go and get ready.
6:07 a.m. — I was going to wear white skinny pants today but for some reason they are a bit obscene in white even though in navy they looked fine. I kibosh the White and wear black with navy instead.
6:08 a.m. — My skin has a red mask of eczema all across my left face so I’m careful to only moisturize then cover up with makeup. I get my makeup on as my partner very kindly prepares Little Bun’s lunch and mine as well. He makes avocado and chicken sandwiches and wraps them individually for me to eat today because I’m in meetings from 10 a.m. until about 3, and will have to miss yoga and eat lunch while in my meeting.
6:15 a.m. — Little Bun squeals in glee at the sandwiches on display. Maybe we will share one after work (my partner gave me 4).
6:45 a.m. — I get Little Bun ready (no screaming about No School for once!!!), and he very agreeably puts on clothes and gets ready. We only hit a little SNAFU when his father has to come with us in the same direction and he wants Mommy to lock the door and Mommy to drive and Mommy to tuck him in.
6:55 a.m. — In the car he at least gives his father a big kiss goodbye and then we are off.
7:08 a.m. — At preschool, no tears and he snags a snack pack from yesterday with raisins and granola. We get there and it is quiet, no one is around. We wait for the educator as he empties the bag into a bowl, and then he gives me a big hug, kiss and wave good bye.
7:15 a.m. — At work, I make a tea and get to work, have lots to do today before I’m stuck in meetings.
7:27 a.m. — Ugh. People who do conference calls on speaker with their office doors open are just rude. I stick in headphones.
7:43 a.m. — People who bang on desks to emphasize points when speaking are also very annoying.
8:30 a.m. — I eat half my sandwich early and then head off to Meeting #1.
9:45 a.m. — I leave #1 and make it to Meeting #2.
10:59 a.m. — After Meeting #2 I’m rushing to grab my sandwich for Meeting #3.
3:05 p.m. — I finally finish the meeting, come back and am assigned an “urgent high priority matter” which they want resolved by the end of this week. WTF. Why do people wait so long to decide on something and then rush me?!?!? I do not need more white hairs.
3:45 p.m. — I breathe, eat at least 7 smug little Santa Claus puffed rice chocolate bodies before I cut myself off and then start working. Pure concentration.
4:30 p.m. — I take a quick break, use up half a tissue box roll trying to clear my congested sinuses and head back to work.
5:45 p.m. — I don’t stop working until it is late and I did come in super early today. I’m leaving early tomorrow. I need to take this time back. I worked at least 9 hours today with all those meetings and no break for yoga.
5:46 p.m. — I grab Little Bun and eat his toddler garbage (clementine wedges) agile he snacks in some digestive cookies. He loves cuddling on me while snacking.
6:27 p.m. — Home. I’m sniffling like mad and start a load of laundry. I feel sick but .. am getting better? I don’t know any more.
6:37 p.m. — I’m feeling really low in energy and my nose is all stuffed with that little zinging pain that comes when you try to swallow but your sinuses are all in pain.
6:42 p.m. — Little Bun sees me put on a sweatshirt and loses it. He hates it when I wear a sweater and wants only Mommy and a shirt. Commence 20 minutes of screaming and tears in trying to get me to take the shirt off.
7:25 p.m. — My partner gets annoyed at me saying I created this mess because I kept giving in to him when he wanted me to take a sweatshirt off and just wear a shirt.
7:34 p.m. — I’m too tired and sick to argue (and he is right) but no more of this $&@?! from a child any more. I’m cold and that’s it. Enough.
7:40 p.m. — Little Bun finally calms down. I get him cuddled on the bed, wrapped like a baby and then we read books together as he now feels better.
8:15 p.m. — We go to sleep after I get him ready for bed.
??:?? — Little Bun is bleating: “Maaa maaaa!”
5:15 a.m. — We get up early, my partner gets Little Bun and his lunch ready and I head out with Little Bun after getting ready.
6:45 a.m. — Halfway to work I realize I forgot the cellphone and I need it today. DAMN. I double back and get it.
6:59 a.m. — On the way out a neighbour stops me (crap) and we chat as I try to get Little Bun in the car and go to work. (STOP TALKING!)
7:25 a.m. — At preschool he bursts into tears even though he had been talking about this little girl’s birthday with cake and candles all last night and today. Sigh.
7:50 a.m. — I get to work, try to wrap up on things (few urgent issues happening), and then take a break.
9:00 a.m. — I get screwed up on a time zone and call 3 hours before I am meant to. I realize my mistake later… honestly, scheduled and meeting invites should have the times in YOUR time zone individually so you don’t make this mistake again.
9:14 a.m. — I head out for a short walk and run into Little Bun’s playgroup just as they turn the corner. I quickly double back to hide until the lights change then sprint across the street. He hasn’t seen me so I’m safe.
9:20 a.m. — I go and get a Chai Latte because it is Double Star Day. $5.35
9:44 a.m. — I return that Neti Pot (will not use it) and buy a saline spray instead, along with some Advil Night / Day, Bio-K for good gut bacteria, more Ricola (on sale!), and a pot of Garnier gel moisturizer because my skin is very very dry and chapped as of late and I forgot to order moisturizer from Paula’s Choice and the sale is over. $56.79
9:56 a.m. — I head back to the office and have a few issues to work on but can’t gain traction because EVERYONE IS COMING BY. OMG go away!!!
10:27 a.m. — I end up leaving for a meeting and then finally get to my lunch after it is done.
1:15 p.m. — I finish up while chatting and then head back to work. No yoga today, had too many meetings at lunch to go.
1:30 p.m. — Back at work, nonstop until it is time to leave.
4:55 p.m. — I pick up Little Bun and pass by that Mate Poaching Coworker Who now thankfully avoids me because I think he has realized I have friend zoned him. Excellent. He was a weirdo anyway and I’m relieved I don’t have to pretend to be nice to him any more as long as I keep quiet and work hard I should be okay.
4:59 p.m. — Little Bun immediately starts trying to take off all of his clothes — jacket, snow pants, hat, mitts, boots and I’m stuck carrying it all. I need another backpack or something for just SNOW things. I make a note.
5:11 p.m. — We sit on a bench and eat snacks.
5:16 p.m. — I get him in the car and head home.
5:41 p.m. — My partner arrives home shortly after with some salmon and bread and we munch on that as Little Bun plays with all of the apps I got for him.
7:21 p.m. — I do the dishes while he plays with my partner and then we read a book and get ready for bed.
7:50 p.m. — As I’m hacking up a lung my partner suggests I eat some raw garlic to kill the cold I have. It is the same cold he had but I have asthma so it lasts longer but thankfully hasn’t progressed to bronchitis. I bought some Bio-K and have been taking a tub a day along with all the other medication to kill this thing.
8:21 p.m. — I pop an Advil Night and head to bed, already having prepped Little Bun for bed, having read to him, and now just need to “explain the outside” knowing the medication will kick in and knock me out soon so I better be lying down.
??:?? — Little Bun bleats “Maaa maaaaaaaaaa”, and I untangle his blankets for him
6:00 a.m. — I wake up with Little Bun cuddling his bum close to my face, and him reciting out loud: “Today is Friday, then Saturday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday.”
6:03 a.m. — I try to get him to go back to sleep (I’m tired, but I DID at least sleep thanks to Advil Night), and he sits up wrapped in a blanket and says: “Mommy. Potty.” I get up, take him to the bathroom, and then grab his milk.
6:04 a.m. — He gets tucked back in with his bottle, and I am beside him, trying to catch more sleep. My partner gets up, and then goes back down to sleep. After Little Bun is done his bottle, he says: “Give to you! Give to you!“, and hands me the bottle. I take it, and then get up, and ask Little Bun to quietly, gently, close the bedroom door so Daddy can sleep.
6:12 a.m. — We head out to the kitchen, I try to keep a lid on this child so that my partner has a bit more rest before his day starts, and I make some tea, grab my lunch, and start getting ready to go.
6:20 a.m. — My nose is all blistered and cracked. Ouch. I spread some cream on there but.. still.
6:37 a.m. — I am finally ready, my partner is up and I try to prep Little Bun for my departure by asking him to ask his father if he can stay at home. He runs off to do my bidding.
6:50 a.m. — I am at the door, ready to go, and Little Bun immediately bursts into tears again, screwing up his face, crying: “Maaaa maaaaaaa… Want maaa maaa…..” *sigh* I try to placate him, and say that he gets to stay AT HOME with Daddy but he isn’t sold.
6:53 a.m. — My partner hears me, comes out, and grabs him, hugging and kissing him saying that he gets to stay at home today, isn’t that fun? I take the chance to flee while I hear him bleat softly: “Want maaa maa… Maaaaaaa maaaaa“, and I leave. At least he isn’t screaming and crying, trying to wrench the door open like last time.
7:15 a.m. — I head to work, and end up getting swamped with work and meetings all the way until yoga. I barely have time to even take any vitamin pills or drink water, let alone a tea. EVERYONE WANTS EVERYTHING DONE before the end of the month. WTF.
10:25 a.m. — At one of my meetings, apparently there was a huge office party the night before (corporate Christmas bash), and people are hungover. I had no idea. Outsiders are never invited to such things, but no one here rubs it in our face, it’s just something you accept as a consultant because you aren’t really part of the corporate family — you’re an outsider, so why would they invite you? I have never been to a client Christmas party, usually consultants have their own if they happen to be with other consulting companies but as a true freelancer you don’t go to any, period.
11:45 a.m. — I finally tear myself away (I waited until the end, trying to finish something before I left), and head to yoga. It is packed to the gills today, and I take a spot at the back because I have to leave early (back to back meetings when I am back).
12:12 p.m. — OMG. Your skirt is TOO SHORT if when you’re walking, I can see the TOPS of your tights. O_o ….. Seriously. It’s winter, Wear something longer, in wool, and slightly tighter.. or just remember to pull down your skirt when you put on your coat because it tends to get caught and makes your skirt ride up *cough*
12:50 p.m. — I head back to the office after yoga, and stuff my face, and run to my first meeting. I’m already late because I didn’t realize where the room was (they aren’t intuitive with the names or locations).
3:27 p.m. — I finish my meetings (one after another), eat my free Starbucks sandwich that has been sitting in the fridge for 3 days as a break, then get back to work. I can’t leave until I finish these two items. I quickly finish them.
4:35 p.m. — At the library, I just bang out all the tasks I have to get done. You’d be surprised how much builds up that I cannot get done during the week, at night at home, or even at work. It just takes a few hours, sitting at a desk to get all my administrative stuff done.
5:00 p.m. — Okay, most administrative emails and stuff done (I did about 15 items on my To Do List), I log in and stock up on my favourite shampoos because I have a 10% off loyalty coupon and it’s time to stock up. $93.94
5:19 p.m. — I quickly decide and use my Sephora VIB rewards ($20 on $50) on a second compact of the Hourglass Ambient Lighting Powder in Dim. I am hitting the pan on my first one (finally) and I can kind of see it disappearing by mid next-year, so I need another one in stock just in case. $40.24
5:23 p.m. — Ewww.. I should wash my keyboard silicone cover. It’s gross.
5:47 p.m. — I head home.
6:37 p.m. — I check my work emails just very quickly and decide that people are just… #%*&@#%). They pushed me to rush through a document and now they want it done a different way. I grit my teeth, and reply that now things are going to be set back by a week because I have to do a whole new angle on the calculations which took me a week to begin with. ANY CHANGES MEANS DELAYS. It won’t be done in 2 seconds if I have to redo all of the work.
7:02 p.m. — We have dinner. And a nice b*tchfest together. My partner totally gets it. I leave the dishes for tomorrow, I’m not in the mood.
8:37 p.m. — Bedtime.
??:?? — Foot in the face.
6:00 a.m. — I wake up and I have to try and get through these stacks of paper because it is really annoying to have a huge pile on my desk, mocking me.
6:12 a.m. — I make tea and start a load of laundry.
6:45 a.m. — My partner gets up and gets ready to leave to do groceries and run errands. He has a lot to get done today, like get the wood cut for our new shelves for the bathrooms, and so on.
6:55 a.m. — After tea, and getting Little Bun settled, I start scanning.
11:02 a.m. — I finally stop scanning, about 4 hours later, and I only made it through half my pile. I’ll save it for next week. I need to eat, and get to my appointment.
11:48 a.m. — We eat lunch, and then I want to leave for my appointment but can’t leave the dishes (full dirty sink from the night before), so I start on the dishes.
12:48 p.m. — I consider taking the car to my appointment but my partner grimly informs me that the entire highway is closed. WHAT!? ARRRRGGH.. the bus is my only option and I will be SO. LATE. $2.25
1:44 p.m. — I make it to the appointment super late, but she looks at my skin and says with the eczema patches popping up all over the place she can’t do laser on me. If only I had known this. I’ll call her in January for the rest of the appointments. Do I regret paying for IPL laser treatments? On the one hand, I see some improvements, and my skin overall does look a little better but was it worth $700-ish dollars considering my age? No. I should wait until I am older, like around 50-ish and then splurge on something like this. It’s not worth it when you’re this young.
1:48 p.m. — I head to Shoppers Drug Mart and stock up on Dermablend Smooth Foundation, it is 20X the points today, and they’re phasing out the program in 2018. The program is REALLY a good deal, with only 8000 points for $10 back, instead of 10,000 points for $10 back, and as the higher you go in the levels, the better the deal is. Unfortunately, they’re merging the programs together with PC plus, and it now becomes 10,000 points for $10. Take advantage of Shoppers Optimum while it lasts, folks! I never shopped at Shoppers because their prices are always higher but they’re the only place that sells Dermablend. 🙁 $96.60
2:22 p.m. — I try to look for a David’s Tea (have a free tea coupon) but end up at Holt Renfrew instead (somehow!), and snag a free macaron (it was way too sweet) and a fancy hot chocolate for free. $0
2:48 p.m. — I consider getting something to eat but decide that there’ll be food at home (which I later realize my partner did not end up making anything for dinner), and head into Banana Republic to try and use my credit. I have about $150 left. I drop by Holt Renfrew first and score some free food. Lesson learned: Go to expensive stores during the holidays, they’ll throw free food & drinks at you:
3:45 p.m. — I end up buying the Dillon shirt on this cobalt blue plaid flannel. Flannel shirts weren’t my thing when I bought them from Old Navy but the combination of these colours, and the cut, is less boxy / boyfriend-ish and looks rather nice. All of their other flannel shirts have pussybows which are interesting but not in plaid for me, or weird random ruffles on the chest. This shirt is super soft and only has a ruffle at the cuff which is barely noticeable. $0
4:15 p.m. — I head home after wandering around The Bay and trying on these deeply discounted Aquatalia Filomena waterproof suede booties but decide the pointed toe is too much in this boot with the buckle. They were VERY comfortable and looked very nice but the buckle AND the pointed toe was too much for me. I would have preferred a more rounded almond toe, and less of a wild looking buckle.
4:45 p.m. — I miss the bus because they changed the stops AGAIN. WTF. ARG.
5:00 p.m. — Finally on the bus home. $2.25
6:37 p.m. — No food to eat. Should have taken that dinner. Next time….I feed Little Bun his soup and then make noodles for myself. I need to buy some sauce or something for these noodles, I can’t just put salt on them.
7:34 p.m. — I spend the rest of the night reading books with and to Little Bun:
8:17 p.m. — Bedtime.
6:00 a.m. — I wake up to Little Bun whispering “The Wheels on the Bus” but in French as he bounces up and down on my side like a horse.
7:39 a.m. — My partner leaves to get that shelf re-cut. Little Bun gets settled in to watch nursery rhymes in French. His new favourite thing.
7:58 a.m. — Little Bun cuteness: “_________ because winter is here!“… he links the most random things together like watching nursery rhymes about a bus, and saying: “The bus is red because… winter is here!”
8:48 a.m. — I try to finish up replying to all the comments on the blog. Honestly, this is the forgotten stepchild in my life. FINALLY. DONE. I have more posts to write but I’ll keep them for later, I need to get other stuff done.
9:28 a.m. — My partner comes home with a croissant for each of us, and Little Bun is super excited.
10:18 a.m. — There has never been a truer calendar than this one:
10:28 a.m. — My partner gets started on lunch. He isn’t cooking today, he’s taking a break.
12:08 p.m. — We have a lunch of fried rice my partner whips up with sun dried tomatoes subbing in for the bacon. It gives an interesting, salty and tangy taste.
1:18 p.m. — I finally get Little Bun down for a nap despite vigorous protesting about the injustice of napping and I take a break to watch Modern Family.
2:44 p.m. — Little Bun wakes up and I shower him with kisses and hugs before he squeals: “Want millllllk now!!”
3:15 p.m. — My partner heads out to get some wood to change the look of some bathroom panels and I start on the dishes while watching Modern Family using my wireless Bose QuietComfort35 Headphones (truly worth it).
3:50 p.m. — I leisurely wash and wipe all the dishes and then start reading Brilliance and Fire, a captivating book on diamonds. Well written and engrossing.
4:25 p.m. — I clean up the apartment by vacuuming and then cutting out all the crap tangled in the vacuum head, and then make a cup of tea for myself.
4:30 p.m. — I think my cold is finally gone. Advil and raw garlic along with Ricola sweets have helped. Now I’m feeling normal again.
5:00 p.m. — I read even more books to Little Bun (same old favourites) and then make 3 eggs to eat (a quick treat, I LOVE eggs).
5:28 p.m. — I go to lie down as Little Bun plays around me and surprisingly he gets up, runs to his father and asks him to take him to the potty. OMG. I’m so happy … he is finally bonding and wanting to be with his father and not with me 24/7 even though I’m still his #1 Favourite Person.
5:33 p.m. — My partner gets an urgent work call and logs in from home.
5:35 p.m. — I wrangle Little Bun to keep him quiet while he concentrates. He gets really tense when he is working and his concentration is broken by a screaming child. LIKE ALL PEOPLE. This is why I don’t work at home with a small child. I start a load of laundry.
6:30 p.m. — I put the laundry in the dryer.
7:30 p.m. — I convince Little Bun it is time to get ready for bed (early) and he plays around us and I read a couple of books before we all go to bed.
8:00 p.m. — I have Little Bun cuddling in bed with me. My partner is still working. I put away the laundry.
8:44 p.m. — He finally logs off and by the time he comes to bed, we’re all asleep.
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