??:?? — Little Bun wakes me up.. tired. I feel tired but I slept well. It is like the more I sleep, the more tired I am, but it is incrementally making me feel better as I get more and more sleep.
6:40 a.m. — I log in and start working. Serious issues over the weekend but I am helpless because clients don’t work the weekends.
11:48 a.m. — I head out to treat myself to a nice lunch. $31.75
12:28 p.m. — Lunch over — but I worked through it, so …. was it really a relaxing experience? Not really. This is my favourite meal by the way — chirashi bowl — raw fish on top of rice. I could eat this forever, with a bit of miso paste.
1:10 p.m. — Home and working again. I am now 100% remote, so I don’t need to bother about the office or anything, my days have really increased in flexibility
3:37 p.m. — OOOooo!! Got these cute shorts in this bright orange-y red. I was not sure about the colour but in the end I love it. It is definitely a strong orange-red which is good because I won’t wear strong orange …. $112.67
4:30 p.m. — I do more activity pages with Little Bun.
5:47 p.m. — I prep one of each product of The Laundress as a gift for my mother who also loves her clothes. Use my The Laundress referral for $10 off!
8:25 p.m. — Time for bed.
??:?? — Time to wake up. Little Bun is snuggling in my arm nook, and snoring gently into my face. It is both very cute and bittersweet because now I can’t sleep. I love how cute he is when he sleeps though.
6:53 a.m. — I wake up, still rested but tired (again, catching up on relaxing), and log in to work.
7:09 a.m. — I make a cup of tea.
8:20 a.m. — Calls calls calls….
12:15 p.m. — I work through lunch with a Hawaiian pizza. Don’t judge, I love pineapple on there, adds a sweetness… $17.10
2:06 p.m. — I go through my finances, we plan on spending the summer away in another city, so I have to see what is coming up so I don’t miss things. Going away is nice, but when you don’t have your things, it can get tricky to keep the business up to date.
4:13 p.m. — LOL so true.
6:26 p.m. — I do more activity pages with Little Bun and feed him and my partner goes into the bedroom to read. He doesn’t really get a chance to be alone without Little Bun the way I do, so I give him about 1/2 an hour doing pages and then let the little monster loose on him.
6:54 p.m. — Little Bun hassles his father claiming he is hungry, and gets a yoghurt treat (unsweetened, goat yoghurt). After he eats it, he proclaims: Mommy. I am no longer hungry!
7:15 p.m. — Little Bun throws a temper tantrum because he wants to see videos of himself and I already shut down the computer.
7:45 p.m. — I don’t give in, and give him scary warning tones like: I already said NO, Little Bun. and he calms down when I come up with a game to play with him called “Baby Airplane” where I lift him up with my legs, that ends up exercising my thighs and calves until they burn a little.
8:50 p.m. — Time for bed.
??:?? — I wake up tired, again. Little Bun had tangled sheets, and I had to untangle them in the middle of a semi-deep REM.
6:40 a.m. — I log in and work.
8:25 a.m. — I am told there is a security breach and I end up changing my passwords and now my account is locked. WTF. I decide to just wait until someone calls me.
8:45 a.m. — First call of the day. I’ll call help desk after this if nothing happens.
12:34 p.m. — Oh my.. they completely changed over my computer and DID NOT TELL ME.. LOL… I spend the whole morning on the phone getting things re-set up and programs reinstalled.
12:46 p.m. — I eat some boxed sushi. It actually isn’t bad. It isn’t the best I have ever had (Sushi Nazakawa in NYC was the best) but for grocery store sushi it isn’t so bad. $14.01
12:50 p.m. — I wait for them to fix my laptop again.
2:42 p.m. — My computer works and then goes down again. What a day.
3:04 p.m. — Maybe I’ll have it for tomorrow. Who knows.
3:30 p.m. — Nope. It worked and then it didn’t. WTF. I leave it for the day.
4:30 p.m. — I pick up some noodles at the grocery store. $5.75
5:12 p.m. — I manage to score a free Real Simple <3 Magazine subscription for a year, and have it redirected to my Canadian address. If anyone wants to know how to get Real Simple and some other minor magazines (nothing huge), let me know. I can do a short post on it.
5:25 p.m. — I put in my headphones and they happen to be turned up to SUPER HIGH so the sound is blasting through my ears, shocking me out of my skin and making me wince. Tell me I am not the only person to stupidly do this!!! OFTEN.
6:22 p.m. — I have been doing these Short Money Stories in my Instagram, along with style photos. All the more incentive to sign up and follow me for daily, real-time updates and cool things I find 😉
7:34 p.m. — Time for dinner. I found some noodles that could replace my favourites because it is like the stock has dried up at my supply store. I can’t find it any more.
??:?? — Whoa. This feels early. Light is not even out.
6:00 a.m. — Yep. A full hour early.
6:34 a.m. — Little Bun out of the blue, bursts into tears and starts screaming like his leg has been torn off. I have NO idea what sparked or provoked this. Came out of the blue, literally. A second ago he was playing with his blocks, giggling and happy, and then he ran into the bedroom and then meltdown.
6:41 a.m. — I try and figure out what is going on in his head but can’t get anywhere. He isn’t sad, upset.. I have no idea what is going on.
7:08 a.m. — He calms down enough and I make him giggle by playing with him a bit. This is puzzling.
7:30 a.m. — Can’t log into my work at all. I call help desk. Now the app is gone completely for remote logins.
7:22 a.m. — He insists on eating pasta with cheese in the morning, so that is what he gets for breakfast.
11:58 a.m. — Wearing this cuff out today. Love. It. Am so happy I picked it up. I love this kind of chunky, wild jewellery.
1:01 p.m. — I work the whole day and have a conference call that is THREE HOURS. THREE. HOURS.
4:37 p.m. — I get an extension on my contract of only a month and I said yes… but am reconsidering it. I don’t think I am going to take it. I want to teach them a lesson and let them deal with their own #%@$!.
6:40 p.m. — Dinner time. We have a nice Niçoise salad.
7:36 p.m. — Time for bed. I will take a nice hot shower in the morning tomorrow.
??:?? — Little Bun is crying. He must be having a nightmare. I quickly get up, reach over, pull him close to me, and cover him with a blanket, patting his bum, whispering “Shh shh”… and he immediately calms down, and cuddles into my arms, falling back asleep.
??:?? — Now I can’t sleep.
6:00 a.m. — I am up, and tired. *sigh* I love being there for him at night to help calm him down and make him feel very secure and assured, but goodness, it is tiring when it does hit and you aren’t used to it, like when you’re in the newborn zombie stage.
7:11 a.m. — I log in and start working, It is quiet, and perfect. Hate it when there is too much going on.
11:58 a.m. — I treat myself to a sushi bowl again. This time they added kimchi, sweet octopus (yuck), and cucumbers. WTF. I will have to remind them to not add that next time. I like octopus but not sweet and marinated.
12:28 p.m. — I call into a meeting as I am eating. Then I pay the bill. These lunches are expensive but I’d rather eat this than pay $20 for some crappy pizza or something that won’t make me FEEL good. I am trying to eat healthier as I have the money for it, and to not eat junk even though it is cheaper because it makes me feel crappier. $35.74
3:22 p.m. — I head home and Little Bun runs into my arms snuggling in.
4:18 p.m. — I pick up all my packages, my dry cleaning and unpack it all.
5:47 p.m. — Time for dinner. Salade Niçoise again.
7:54 p.m. — Time for bed.
??:?? — I wake up. Semi-rested.
6:00 a.m. — I make a cup of tea. I don’t want to go out and buy anything so I’m trying to think of what I can do.
7:59 a.m. — I do a load of laundry.
8:45 a.m. — I hot mop the entire apartment after vacuuming it, and it is clean now, finally.
12:08 p.m. — Lunch. We eat fresh bread baked by my partner and some cheese.
1:20 p.m. — I go to the library to work on the blog. At least that’s a money-making-ish sort of deal that takes up a LOT of time. You’d be surprised how much goes into maintaining a blog from social media to writing posts, scheduling them and everything in between. At least 40 hours a week “part-time”…
4:12 p.m. — I head home earlier. My eyes are hurting and I feel nauseous. I may have worked too hard. I always push myself for everything because I’m one of those overachiever types.
4:39 p.m. — In an attempt to boost my health, I walk up 10 flights of stairs partway to the apartment having read that walking up a few flights of stairs a day really reduces health issues. I reach the 10th flight, and feel a rush of dizziness. WHY DID I DO THIS?.. I really don’t feel good now. Dumb Type A brain.
5:49 p.m. — I go inside and after cleaning up, I lie down. I really feel terrible with my head pounding, nausea getting worse.
6:50 p.m. — Time for dinner. We eat roasted fish. Maybe I was hungry? I feel a bit better after I eat.
7:33 p.m. — I do all the dishes very very slowly, dry them all, and feel very drained. Maybe it is just fatigue in general but I think it could be my health acting up again. How could 10 flights of stairs trigger this? And for it to LAST?
7:33 p.m. — Time for bed.
??:?? — Little Bun is “maaa maaa”ing all over me. I catch him and snuggle him hard.
6:30 a.m. — I get up and make some tea.
7:06 a.m. — Man this headache is killing me. I still feel sick from yesterday. I don’t think this is stair-stepping thing, this might be my health issues acting up.
8:20 a.m. — I do another load of laundry and get ready to call my mother for the morning. It is a nice break.
11:45 a.m. — Lunch time.
1:28 p.m. — Nonsense for the rest of the day until bedtime — lying around on the bed feeling sick and nauseous, Little Bun playing with me, we do math and English together, etc.
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