??:?? — I wake up really tired. Little Bun woke up squealing twice last night, having unrolled the blankets off himself and was squealing: help help!.. And then he had TWO potty runs from all the water he drank last night. Ugh. Feel like death.
6:12 a.m. — I get up (he already had his milk during the night or early morning .. one of those wakeups).. and I go to get ready. He asks for the potty again but Daddy happens to be using the one he wants to use, and he has to go to the other one desperately, but then throws a complete tantrum because he couldn’t use the potty he wanted and now wants to sit on it and pee on the one HE WANTED. OMG.
6:13 a.m. —I sit him on there and wait but now I have to go too. I ask if I can use the potty, he refuses. I go to use the other bathroom and he loses it… wash, rinse, repeat 3 times before I just take him off the potty and use it. Cue screaming and crying for 15 minutes.
6:32 a.m. — The good news is that it doesn’t last as long as before. He seems to lose it and then gets control of himself pretty quickly versus other times where it dragged for an hour, and he seems perfectly.. fine.. after this major storm, when he is watching me wash my face and apply cream (I’m narrating what I am doing as I am doing it too).
6:40 a.m. — After I get myself ready, I pour a glass of milk, warm it up, we do our LookBook together and he loves picking out what I will wear, so I let him choose my watch and ring today.
6:43 a.m. — I also manage to take a photo – FINALLY.. the light is back for Instagram! I have to take several shots because Little Bun is all about the photobomb these days. Little Bun picks out my accessories each morning and his favourite has been the Olivia Burton rose gold moulded floral “Begin to Blush” watch so far… Olivia Burton makes the most beautiful watches like this white bee one I am coveting.
6:57 a.m. — I head off to work with Little Bun, feel a bit dizzy still from the flu but plan on going to yoga today anyway.
7:15 a.m. — I drop Little Bun off, no tears as of late, we are making HUGE progress. It has been what, almost 9 months before he finally accepted the fate of schooling?
7:28 a.m. — I make a cup of tea, forego the eggs — will have them with my lunch today I think, and at the last minute, decide I want to treat myself to a breakfast sandwich.
7:37 a.m. — I order the morning bagel and eat it happily. I don’t want to make this a habit but I do feel like my appetite has been down (way down) lately and I am really not eating as much as before which isn’t necessarily a concern but I can’t do yoga properly if I don’t have the energy… $4.05
7:48 a.m. — I feel like I am getting seller’s fatigue. People are so terrible at buying and I hate coordinating this crap. I like the money, but wish I could just have an actual garage sale and get rid of it all, once and for all.
8:02 a.m. — I pop a Day Pill to stop my nose from running. If it runs and I blow my nose a lot, I get a major headache and that is not good because then I get really annoyed and nauseous from it all.
9:24 a.m. — Hmm, the Director isn’t in today. He should be emailing when he is working from home like everyone else! What is good for the goose.. is good for the gander and all that.
10:11 a.m. — I order the boots for my partner (they’re on clearance). The worst is that you need a membership number to be able to buy them so I had to snag my brother’s number to complete the order online. How dumb is that? Just open up your store to everyone. I think that stuff is just a scam to get an extra $10 out of you or $20 without actually delivering any savings. $264.44 – will get paid back so it’s really $0
10:30 a.m. — I ponder another cup of tea and decide against it. My caffeine withdrawal headaches were nasty all weekend, I do not want to repeat that. Time to start limiting myself to 2 cups a day, max.
10:45 a.m. — My friend is on a calorie-restricted diet right now (1800 allowed a day) and he has lost 23 pounds so far. The problem he says, is he loves things like avocado, beer, tortillas, bacon, sausage… and those are all the things super high in fat. Jicama chips he says, are NOT a substitute for tortilla chips and he is trying his hardest to slim down (which is nice). It can be hard to give up what you love…. I guess it’s a good thing I love sushi, so I would be fine if I ever had to go on a major diet and slim down. Rice + fish + veggies. It’s all I’d survive on.
11:03 a.m. — I mentally prep for Little Bun’s birthday coming up soon, and make sure I bring stickers as party favours (like crack cocaine I swear), and have to drop by the bakery on Thursday in the morning before going to work so I’ll leave a little earlier to do it. Maybe I should call and order it ahead of time to be sure they have it…
11:15 a.m. — I meet the buyer but she didn’t want a 3/4 sleeve in a sweater and found it too short. Womp womp. No sale. Maybe Little Bun can wear the sweater.
11:33 a.m. — My brain is just dragging today. I am really not in the mood to work and I am very, very tired. I need a nap. A half hour boost to get myself back into the real world. I literally fall asleep at my desk for 2 seconds, eyes closed, sitting up right. I could nap RIGHT NOW, and that is the sure sign of heavy sleep deprivation, I read. I guess all young parents are all sleep deprived then.
11:49 a.m. — I leave for yoga early. I’m going to need time to walk there, change, and I want to just lie down on the mat and nap.
11:59 a.m. — I go visit a shop and spy a huge fire truck I want to buy for Little Bun. I decided against it because he already has plenty of trucks, and I head into the class. I am super tired, low energy, a bit dizzy.. And I go through the class, then at the end, just nap for the last 10 minutes, lying there.
1:25 p.m. — After yoga, I come back, warm up my lunch, eat the rest of the faux meatballs (yum) and then get to work. and I make a list of things to get done in the afternoon. I’m actually not hungry, I don’t feel that great after having that sandwich, it is like my stomach feels too full and I can feel it coming up my throat.
2:41 p.m. — ZOMG I COULD DO WITH A NAP. I NEED A NAP. Kids hate naps like the plague but adults crave them. Isn’t that funny? We should have a nap room for adults.”
2:57 p.m. — I need to also order this clafoutis for Thursday…
3:33 p.m. — I am really.. reallly.. tired. My head hurts. I also can’t find my son’s card to sign him up for this activity that his father is really excited about. I need to turn the apartment upside down tonight to find it.
4:15 p.m. — I have a meeting and then I have to just go home. I’m way too tired. My whole body is fatigued.
4:21 p.m. — I pop a Werther’s caramel toffee during the meeting.
4:40 p.m. — I pick up Little Bun, we head home, and spend the night reading books, doing clock faces, and doing math. He is obsessed with math now, and has taught himself how to add double digits (simple stuff like 10 + 7 = 17) but cannot do subtraction with double digits yet.
5:25 p.m. — I do a load of laundry, dry it, and then just doze off in bed reading until it’s time to sleep.
5:30 a.m. — I wake up from a Little Bun squealing that he doesn’t want Daddy on Mommy’s side (we were cuddling), and gets really mad. SO MAD he almost doesn’t want his milk because he saw his parents together on the WRONG SIDE together, and Daddy didn’t stay on HIS side. LOL.. Kids.
5:33 a.m. — I get up to get ready, my partner is taking a shower, and Little Bun is still fuming that he woke up to people on the wrong side of each bed cuddling each other.
5:40 a.m. — I want to make a cup of tea but decide against it because I do not want to go through caffeine withdrawal again. I am sticking to one cup, and having tisanes (herbal teas) the rest of the day.
6:02 a.m. — I get ready, Little Bun protests school until he corrects himself and says it isn’t Friday so he doesn’t stay at home, and is excited to wear the same outfit he wore yesterday. Luckily I did laundry last night, so it’s clean but…. this kid wants to wear this shirt to death. He calls it his “Picture Day Shirt” because he wore it for Picture Day at school.
6:49 a.m. — We do our LookBook today (he picked out all my accessories) and then we get to the preschool where he abandons me for a bowl of Cheerios (I manage to get a hug and kiss out of him), and no tears, I leave. I feel like he has turned a corner, he has gotten used to school and loves going now because of stickers and all the cool things he gets to learn.
7:20 a.m. — I get to the office, prep some eggs and mix in some veggie ground from Yves. It isn’t so bad. It tastes like ground beef (better probably, ground beef tastes gross, dry and oily to me), and I eat that with a cup of tea. My only cup today.
7:43 a.m. — I sign up Little Bun for soccer online and am pretty excited for it to start in June. $60 – I only pay half
7:57 a.m. — I call the bakery and ask to have two cakes ready for tomorrow pickup for his little preschool party. They promise to have two large ones ready to feed 20 hungry little cake-fiends.
8:03 a.m. — I have the sticker party favours and the 4-year old candle ready here, and all I am missing is my camera for tomorrow, and a little GorillaPod grip so that I can record everything. I can’t wait.
8:23 a.m. — I plan on working from home later this week because they’re calling for freezing rain so I warn my team lead on the way up to getting a cup of herbal tea.
8:50 a.m. — I can’t wait for Little Bun to start soccer because he’ll finally get that energy out (twice a week) and it will be adorable watching him play. This will be such a fun thing for him, I’m excited.
8:53 a.m. — I also have to remember to sign him up for piano lessons. He has been asking to learn how to play the piano and this is about the age it would be fun for him. I really don’t want to overbook this poor child into too many things but I do want him to play what he is interested in.
9:12 a.m. — At preschool lately they have also been telling me that Little Bun could be ambidextrous. He seems to prefer his left side for gross motor skills but when he writes, he can write with both with equal dexterity. Then again, he’s only a few years old.. we won’t know until he is older and we can see which hand he prefers. I just don’t want to screw up his writing because if you learn with the wrong hand, it will look strange the rest of your life.
9:24 a.m. — I still feel a bit sick, and I suspect I have a minor cold now. It piggybacked on my flu. FUNNNNNN….
9:35 a.m. — I wonder how we complain to the city about dangerous things.. like having to chop down this bush that is blocking the view when people need to turn at a stop sign…
10:02 a.m. — I pop my emergency Toblerone into my mouth and feel way better. YUM. I am listening to “Castle” on my headphones in the background because music is getting repetitive.. And I can imagine the images from the TV show as I am working.
10:10 a.m. — I make a note to ask if the cake is nut-free tomorrow. I am sure it is but I want to be sure..
10:30 a.m. — Mmm.. nougat in chocolate. There is nothing better than a great Toblerone. I need to stock up on more of these… and Mini eggs. LOVE Mini eggs.
11:13 a.m. — I miss Little Bun already. He has been so good lately except for our morning tantrums before he wakes up and realizes there is no point in screaming, that I want to spend all this time with him now. I love making him laugh and giggle.
11:40 a.m. — I skip yoga — raining like CRAZY today, and I do not want to trudge there and back in the rain, and eat my lunch instead. I only eat half of it because my appetite is way down.. But I soldier through.
11:53 a.m. — I try to read some of my book but can’t keep up with the pace of it — it is like a super energetic diary, and I switch to another book – The Comfort Food Tour – which is kind of a sad but interesting take on what comfort foods are for people, along with recipes.
12:01 p.m. — I read for an hour and then get back to work. I realize I forgot my stamps for my letters at home and can’t mail Little Bun’s postcard to his aunt thanking her for the birthday gifts (she spoils him.. really..)
12:01 p.m. — I go through my checklist again for tomorrow — candle, stickers, camera, cakes. Got it.
12:40 p.m. — I call and make sure the cake IS nut-free and am relieved it is. I order two huge ones for tomorrow ($22 each but I’ll buy some other stuff too while I am there).
1:23 p.m. — I know why I am getting sick so much, first of it I have been sick since October, but it is also because my immune system is way down… I am unable to sleep as much as my body needs to heal itself, and I just keep getting sicker and sicker. Even taking things like probiotics can help but a body is a holistic entity, and it isn’t just taking stuff to boost immunity or JUST eating fresh fruits & veggies that will help keep you strong, it is also sleeping enough and I am lacking a ton of it.
2:20 p.m. — I take a break (3 cups of tisane tea to avoid caffeine) and chat with the guys upstairs about investing. They’re all into cannabis stocks now and there’s a fund out there with ticker symbol HMMJ but the MER is 0.75%. I think that I could put some money in it but honestly, the best course of action is not to bet on things like cannabis and trendy cryptocurrencies but to stick to your investing strategy (mine is outlined here: How to Invest like a Boss in less than 4 hours a year.
4:12 p.m. — YAY! A reader (I consider her to be a friend, really..) bought my book on blogging — How to blog like a boss: Making $1000 USD a month, and I am super pleased to pack and mail the book tonight to her. <3 She also mentioned how annoyingly hard it was to find out that I had this book and it is because I didn’t want to be some aggressive self-promoter of my items…. I don’t want to shove this stuff down anyone’s throats, but she did bring up a good point that I ought to at least mention it. I make a mental note to add it to the sidebar and create a Products page. For the record, I have the following:
- The Budgeting & Expense Tracking Tool
- The Investing Tool
- Blogging Like a Boss: Make $1000 USD a month
- Investing Like a Boss: 4 hours a year is all you need
- Wanderlust Scarves (random I know)
Update: Done. It’s in the sidebar, AND this is my Products page.
4:23 p.m. — I leave to pick up Little Bun who just comes out of the bathroom as I enter, and I remind them that I am doing his birthday party tomorrow instead, as they are calling for freezing rain.
4:30 p.m. — I take Little Bun home after he snacks on his orange slices on my lap (I love cuddling his little boy body in my arms), and at home, he is a perfect angel. He eats his vegan soup, I do a Caillou puzzle with him on the floor, and we spend the night doing clock faces, math, and then reading. He is obsessed with Lulu the Big Little Chick.
5:56 p.m. — My partner comes home and announces he really hurt his foot and needs an x-ray, I am concerned but I look at it and see that it is swollen but probably not broken. He should get it checked anyway, but he is limping and I hope it is just a bad sprain and not a fracture.
6:12 p.m. — I get ready for bed, and we all fall asleep.
5:56 a.m. — I wake up in such a good mood. I didn’t sleep well still, my body is still in major sleep debt, I think I would need 3 days of solid sleep to catch up.. But I wake up to my Little Bun putting his face right in front of mine, his eyes open, watching me “sleep”… and I wrap my arms around him and cuddle until he wiggles out and up.
6:15 a.m. — I ask for a ton of hugs and kisses from him (morning hugs and kisses I call it), and he obliges very sweetly until he wiggles and says: You’re wiggling! You’re wiggling on your Mommy! Pee! Pee!… (Translation: I’m wiggling on you, I need the bathroom please, kind Mother)…
6:23 a.m. — I take him there, change him into underwear, and then start getting ready for work. My partner has to head to the hospital today for an X-ray (hope he gets in), and then he may work from home, so I leave the phone at home for him instead of taking it.
7:15 a.m. — I go early to the bakery, pick up two large blueberry clafoutis tarts (still warm from the oven!), a croissant for Little Bun’s breakfast treat, a pain au chocolat for my own treat (lol), and a little raspberry sable for after lunch. $41.42
7:22 a.m. — I get to work with my one cup of tea, and realize with dread that I will not be going to yoga today. I have back to back meetings from 9 until noon and there is no way I’ll get there and back in time. Shoot.
7:40 a.m. — I should have brought my book… I was not planning on this, I was planning on YOGA.
7:53 a.m. — I decide I’ll head out to buy some stamps and yoghurt today instead. Take a little break anyway..
9:33 a.m. — I end up finishing all my calls, and then I have lunch. I can’t finish it all, my appetite is really down lately, and I get back to work afterwards.
9:54 a.m. — I eat my little snack from this morning’s bakery, a raspberry shortcake cookie:
11:23 a.m. — I can’t seem to get this thing fixed. I’m tired. My brain is not working. I don’t want to do this. I am only thinking about Little Bun and his party.
3:34 p.m. — The worst thing about my job is people assuming they know my job. First of all, if you knew my job, you’d be doing it and not what you’re doing because you’d be so good at it. Secondly, you’re paying me to be the expert, so why don’t you let me tell you what has to get done instead of arguing with me? I feel like people want to prove that they know more than I do, when they don’t, but I am in a delicate balance where I also can’t tell them that they know less than I do and say: I’m right! I’m the consultant!… so .. you know… balance. Diplomatic, tricky, political balance (hate this). I also work with a lot of tedious nitpicky details so that is not fun.
3:40 p.m. — I leave early to pick him up.
3:46 p.m. — I get to the preschool and we cut out pieces of clafoutis for everyone, but at least a quarter of them refuse to eat it. “YUCK”.. “I don’t like this!”..”this is not cake!”…”this is like a JELLY..”….. Whoa. I had no idea kids were so picky. I am very, very freakin’ spoiled by Little Bun because this kid will ask for lemon juice not knowing what it is, just knowing it is “juice” and then bravely drink it all down even if after the first few sips he isn’t sure…
4:12 p.m. — One little girl even takes the cake and politely DUMPS IT IN THE GARBAGE and puts her plate away on the tray. OMG. “Don’t look“, the educator says to me, laughing.
4:17 p.m. — I guess even if it was chocolate cake apparently some won’t eat that either. WTF? Kids. So annoying.
4:40 p.m. — I have about a whole cake left, so I leave it in the fridge to eat it at work tomorrow.
4:57 p.m. — I bring Little Bun home, he happily sticks stickers in his “sticker pad” (a large notebook where I then draw scenes around the stickers to make up stories for him), and we sit on the floor and do Caillou puzzles ($5 at Dollarama…)
5:08 p.m. — My partner heads out to get some olive bread as a snack (he really hurt his foot, it’s all just a nasty, purple bruise though), and is working from home for the next week or so.
5:45 p.m. — I read to Little Bun, then take a shower and give him an iPad to play with while I am showering. He is just SO GOOD lately. I don’t know what happened but it is like overnight he turned into a different child, and his brain has just switched again. They said something about the age of 4 being a good age child-wise because you get a break from all these tantrums, screaming and so on.. and thus far it has been a while since I yelled at him, not to mention how careful I am being to stay calm and zen. I even had to tell my partner the other day to stop yelling at him because it doesn’t work and he can’t hear you when you’re yelling. Calm and easy, like dealing with a spooked, frightened rabid animal with sharp teeth and claws is the best approach here when dealing with a child in the throes of anger.
6:33 p.m. — I get ready for bed and he doesn’t want to sleep but I turn off the lights definitively and we all go to sleep.
6:13 a.m. — I wake up this morning in a pretty good mood. My partner is staying at home today, but when Little Bun gets up and is asked if he wants to stay at home, he crumples his face up and says he wants to go to school today. I ask him at least 3 times and he says: SCHOOL.
6:19 a.m. — Okay, YAY!… I get ready, let Little Bun choose what skirt to wear today (red), put on a black sweater but then hate the contrast of the lipstick red and black and switch it out for an ivory shawl blazer at the last minute at work which ends up looking much better… (how great is this black leather quilted-sleeve blazer though!?)
6:45 a.m. — We take selfies all morning together and then I drink a cup of warmed milk, grab my lunch, my partner gives me his lunch and we get going.
6:56 a.m. — I drop him off at preschool and he is happy to be there. Wow. An educator apologizes for having eaten most of the cake I left in the fridge yesterday to pick up today and I told her not to worry! Go for it!.. it was pretty good and she ate like.. half LOL… She’s my kind of woman.
7:02 a.m. — I head to work, with the rest of the pieces, start hot cup of tea (I think one is enough per day, I need to cut back), and then start thinking about how I am going to slightly tweak the blog this weekend…
7:30 a.m. — I talk to a colleague who is having serious period pain, and I tell her I take the pill continuously to not have a period any more and it might help. She then asks me why I do it, and I give her a look and grin: Because I don’t want any more babies!?!? ONE IS ENOUGH.
7:31 a.m. — She can’t stop laughing but she meant why I do it continuously and if it was safe. I said yep, very safe, no more period crap and no babies. Low chance of me getting pregnant, no matter how dang fertile I am.
8:19 a.m. — Today is the Bad Yoga Teacher day so I am definitely not going. I brought my book, I plan on having a leisurely lunch starting at 11 and life is sweet.
10:20 a.m. — Is it lunch yet? Cuz.. I’m bored. I am actually waiting for some approvals and until I get them I’m sort of drifting in limbo. I’m hoping for freezing rain tomorrow so I don’t have to come in.
10:45 a.m. — I check on Little Bun at preschool. He was playing with his friend the other day and they were SO ADORABLE together, moving wooden pegs like little people in and out, and around on a shelf.
10:20 a.m. — I wish I could be a fly on the wall for one day there to see and hear everything in real-time. It is so unexpected and sweet to see your child go about his day without you there or him knowing you’re there so you can see what he’s really like.
10:23 a.m. — I can’t take it. I go out for a walk. I have two meetings this afternoon, one just before lunch and one right after so that should take me until the end of the day when I can grab Little Bun and go home.
10:37 a.m. — I head out, wander around the stores, look at nothing in particular (and everything), and then decide to buy some warm soup and hummus for today’s lunch as a supplement to tempt my appetite.
10:40 a.m. — I pick up Thai Soup in a bag, plan on mixing in my Yves Veggie Ground in there with some hot rice on the side (or keeping it separate), and then a tub of hummus with some veggie pita rounds..
10:56 a.m. — As a treat, I pick up two tubs of black cherry and strawberry super thick yoghurt. I had planned on eating the rest of that massive clafoutis for dessert but the educator ate it instead (LOL) at least it was a hit with discerning adult palates. I decide against buying more stuff (prepared foods), and just.. leave. $23.65
11:00 a.m. — Back at the office I am 30 minutes early for a call and I end up gossiping on the phone with one of my favourite people to work with here. She tells me some juicy gossip and I 100% nailed why a manager is pushing for a decision (translation: kickbacks under the table). I’m pretty sure management won’t go for it.
11:15 a.m. — I chat with a colleague who loves how cute Little Bun is and wants to meet him (lol)…
11:30 a.m. — I join the call right after and then plan on going to lunch immediately. I plan out how I am going to heat up and fix everything to eat.
12:03 p.m. — OMG why is this meeting not over? Nothing is clear, I hate how disorganized this is but I have been told to step back and not take charge of anything, this is NOT MY project, so I am following orders. I am so hungry right now.. I can taste that soup..
12:10 p.m. — END NOW MEETING. END IT. ENDDDDDD IT…. I don’t even know what happens after, I think I helped a team mate…
4:10 p.m. — I rush off to get Little Bun. Too tired to CARE ANY MORE. I pick him up (he was playing with his new friend, a cute little girl who doesn’t say anything to me… ever), and we get home.
5:18 p.m. — My partner is at home working as his foot is all purple and bruised, and Little Bun runs around squealing. I feed him half of his dinner (he refuses the other half), but then when my partner brings out the olive bread, he eagerly crams his mouth full of it. I think he is sensing a pattern — eat some food, then stop and wait to see if something else better comes along…
5:23 p.m. — I play with Little Bun doing puzzles on the floor, and then I give him all the stickers he wants to stick in his sticker book. Kids are obsessed with stickers.
5:35 p.m. — I feel my stomach and it feels a little lumpy.. could be nothing obviously, maybe I just ate too much olive bread, but this makes me have a pregnancy scare and consider buying a test, only because I have also had a lowered appetite and am suuuuuuuper tired. I wonder if it is related to my bout of the flu, or if I am pregnant. I remember when I was 6 weeks along, I could NOT keep my eyes open, and slept all the time. Maybe this time I think it’s fatigue from Little Bun waking up but it’s because I am KNOCKED UP. Arrrrrrgh. Need to process these feelings before I buy a pregnancy test.
5:50 p.m. — I tell Little Bun all the time how much I love him and how he is my baby. I hope I am not spoiling him by doing this. I worry about such things.
6:24 p.m. — We all get ready for bed after I do a few clock faces for him, and read a few books.
??:?? — During the night, he wakes up THREE TIMES. Once for nothing whatsoever, another for the bathroom and the third for milk. I am.. BEAT.
6:24 a.m. — I get ready to go to work, white tee and jeans, no effort today, and Little Bun picks out a bracelet with words that say: “Our lives are storybooks that we write for ourselves; wonderfully illustrated by the people that we meet“, and his favourite (now) Kate Spade “words watch” that spells out the time in words, and a necklace with jumbled letters on it. Sense a theme? WORDS. Letters, and the alphabet. He also picks out ALL the silver rings he can find, and I end up having to wear them all which ends up looking quite awesome:
6:44 a.m. — I get out of the house early and decide to treat myself (TREAT YO SELF) to a chai latte.. I get into the store that says it opens at 8 but in fact was open at 7, and I get suckered into buying a Quiche Lorraine for $6.50, along with a super big chai latte (almost as good as at Starbucks), and a pain au chocolat (YUMMMMMMERS) for later. $15.12
7:12 a.m. — At work I get stopped by the Director to say hello (weird, we never say hello, maybe he has worked out his personal stress and issues and now is a happy person again), and then I drop off my postcard in the mailbox to thank my parents for their birthday gift to Little Bun ($80 which for my father is very very generous… my mother snorted on the phone when I said it was VERY generous and she said she was thinking $500 not $80!!!.. Well to each their own.)
7:32 a.m. — My team lead and I get to chatting about our kids and I already miss mine.
9:15 a.m. — I finish a few work-related items, eat my lunch early as well as my yoghurt, and then head home early because of the freezing rain warning. I plan on leaving just before lunch.
11:11 a.m. — I get home, my partner made a BEAUTIFUL cake for us and we eat it happily. Little Bun wants Mommy to play but I have to keep working.
12:08 p.m. — My partner delivers the news that he could be done at the end of May, so this means we can all take a break to go to Europe for a few months. I wouldn’t mind hanging out in Paris for a few months as a break, and back to Toronto for a while. Maybe we will travel again.
1:18 p.m. — I get Little Bun down for a nap, and end up napping as well.
2:56 p.m. — I wake up LATE. It is a good thing I worked early today.. I really needed this nap.
3:11 p.m. — I get back to work and work later than usual with Little Bun on my lap playing with stickers.
5:24 p.m. — I log off and then I play with Little Bun doing puzzles and kissing and hugging him CONSTANTLY of course. He won’t be so little and huggable for long. He’ll push me away as a pre-teen and I’ll have to fight for the kisses and hugs.
7:29 p.m. — Time for bed after I watch a few (amazing) episodes of funny Momsplaining with Kristen Bell… I LOVE HER. We could be such good friends, I could feel it.
??:?? — I wake up again because of Little Bun… No idea what he wants.
??:?? — I wake up again because of Little Bun. He is UNWILLING TO SLEEP. WTF… GO BACK TO SLEEP.
6:00 a.m. — Okay. I’m up. It was 45 minutes of hell to try and get him to sleep, and I end up getting him milk instead.
6:29 a.m. — I am passed out beside him.. he can’t even get me up until he says: PEE PEE POTTY!!!!! and I have to get up and take him. I am so… tired…
8:08 a.m. — The morning is a blur. I do the dishes, start laundry, and then we do some Spanish vocabulary online (my new goal for this year to learn it). I pay for a year of Duolingo…..
10:08 a.m. — I feed Little Bun his soup and realize I completely forgot to schedule posts for Sunday with questions… I do all of them until end of April.
11:28 a.m. — I’m done the posts, I dry all the dishes.
12:22 p.m. — I head out to get errands done…
12:56 p.m. — I am watching and dying over this video.. it is SO FUNNY. the Vanity Fair Fear Box with Kristen Bell, Kathryn Hahn (who looks like Laura Linney to me), and Mila Kunis.
6:30 p.m. — I come back from errands and hanging out all day, and Little Bun is super excited. My partner has made a light meal but Little Bun already gobbled down his share because he is impatient and a small child, and I eat my melted cheese and tomato bruschetta with my salad, with my partner at the table. 🙂
7:16 p.m. — After dinner, I do the dishes, we get situated and ready for bed and we all go to sleep.
??:?? — I wake up again because of Little Bun wiggling.
??:?? — I wake up again because of Little Bun squealing “MAAA MAAAAAA“….
5:30 a.m. — I wake up tired. Really tired. Broken sleep is NOT SLEEP and it is very early and a little person whom I shall not name, doesn’t want to go to sleep.
5:40 a.m. — Like a zombie, I make some matcha green tea, and quietly try to drink it while admiring the GORGEOUS sunrise outside (a perk of waking up if you can call it that), while Little Bun fiddles around with his little cardboard vehicles on the floor.
6:59 a.m. — I get into my closet and start organizing.
8:08 a.m. — We take a break from the closet, share a banana together, and then he sits on my lap and helps me learn Spanish. He is pretty good at it, must be the French background…
12:08 p.m. — Lunchtime. Simple fare. After eating, I go to sit down on the floor to play with a puzzle with him, and then suddenly I am super, SUPER dizzy. Stars in my eyes, blacking out a bit, I am … NOT… feeling well.
12:32 p.m. — I am lying down in bed, trying not to throw up, and end up going to the bathroom and retch. Little Bun runs in and watches me in fascination, and says: “YUCKY!!“… but at least he isn’t crying and screaming like when he was younger. He is not compassionate at all, but he isn’t making it worse. He runs back to his father.
1:08 p.m. — I wrangle him down for a nap, and pass out. I am.. seriously not feeling well. Nausea, dizzy, vomiting… this is not good.
3:07 p.m. — Little Bun is up but I can’t even get up to play with him. I am on the bed, unable to move. My partner gets Little Bun’s milk for him, and I just lie there, feeling really sick. I read books to Little Bun, do math and clock faces on a clipboard….
4:12 p.m. — I feel a bit better and get up. I’m still dizzy, NOT HUNGRY AT ALL, and not feeling well. I dress very slowly and ask my partner if he wants anything from the drug store. I need to buy some anti-nausea or something, placebo or not, I need it to make me feel better.
4:34 p.m. — At the drug store I buy some ginger pills (pretty sure this is a placebo, but if it works, IT WORKS), and then just randomly toss a bunch of chocolate in the basket. I subscribe to the Harry Potter school of thought that chocolate is best eaten for anything that ails you. I take Kit Kat bites, Toblerone bars and Twix bites. As an afterthought, I toss in a pregnancy test at $6…. Just in case. You never know. I don’t want to waste money on these tests but I do want to know if that is why I am sick. $37.93 – Most of it is chocolate, obviously… 😛
5:05 p.m. — Back at home, after I eat a handful of KitKat bites, I feel way better. I wonder what happened? My partner eyes me and says that he thinks it is because it started raining and the drop in the pressure triggered my motion sickness. Am I really THAT sensitive!? I google it, and Bustle says it is definitely a thing.
5:37 p.m. — I secretly rip open the pregnancy test and realize why it cost $6. You have to collect a bowl of pee and stick it in there for 2 minutes. When I get the result is is (for me) ambiguous. I see a line, but not a bright violet line, although it looks like there IS a faint line there… There was a waste of $6. What a terrible test. DO NOT BUY CRAPPY TESTS, it is not that they aren’t accurate, but they are a bit more hassle than they should be. Should have gotten a stick test to pee on… will have to buy more later.
5:42 p.m. — I lie down again with Little Bun for a bit.
6:22 p.m. — I get up and do the dishes after taking another handful of KitKat bites. I feel much better now. The rain has stopped.
6:45 p.m. — I make a simple pot of noodles and throw in nutritional yeast to make a sauce of sorts with the noodle water coat it after it is cooked, I somehow LOVE this taste of nutritional yeast + a bit of salt, and if I add vegetables and herbs, I am certain this would become a real dish. It’s vegan and YUMMY. I’m surprised that I love it more than soy sauce on noodles, and the yeast gives me a B12 boost.
7:02 p.m. — I spend the rest of the night playing and reading to Little Bun. He starts adding double-digit numbers together on his own, and I build on that to teach him how to do it without having to recount his fingers each time. “When you see the biggest number, just add to that with your fingers. So, 10 + 23, take 23 in your head, and start counting 7 more fingers: 24, 25, 26, 27….“. He is so excited to learn this trick, and we do random numbers of addition up to 100 to a maximum of 20 fingers to add as he uses his toes too (LOL).
8:12 p.m. — My little boy very sweetly, and disarmingly coaxes me into reading 6 books, and I do so with an animated voice.
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