5:45 a.m. — We wake up to a storm. My partner gleefully tells me it will be a storm today and I should try to get home early if that is the case. He is off this week due to labour disputes.
5:46 a.m. — Little Bun asks me to please get up — bathroom run and then milk, please. On the way back in the bedroom I ask my partner what he will do and he says: I dunno, watch the games? I told him that just one day of not working and he is already a bum. LOL.
5:55 a.m. — Little Bun comes into the bathroom as I am getting ready and gives me his empty bottle. He then asks if he can stay at home. I tell him gently to ask his father. He runs and waits in his father’s face (for some reason he won’t ask or speak in his second tongue), and his father phrases the question for him and he answers “Yes”.
6:00 a.m. — I get ready, grab my lunch, do LookBook and selfies and then head out 15 minutes early. For some reason I had an intuition that traffic would be crap today. I WAS SO RIGHT. It takes me 45 minutes to get to work when it is normally a 10 minute drive. WTF.
7:25 a.m. — I get into the office exhausted. I then check my emails and am annoyed. I feel like unless I do it myself it doesn’t get done. I need to almost do the entire job myself, take screenshots and resend them to get them to replicate my work — double work, basically. Eff this. I’m so tired. I keep wondering if it is me and what I am doing wrong to not have people understand what I want. Is it me? Is it them? I don’t know any more.
7:30 a.m. — Dejected, I want to have a tea but decide against it. Too depressed. I put my lunch in the fridge.
7:59 a.m. — I grab my coat, leave a note for my Team Lead who hadn’t come in yet and head off to take the bus to the doctor to get my prescription clarified. They entered it as taking 3 weeks and 1 week without the pill, and as a result because I’m NOT stopping that last week, and starting the second pack, I’m something like 75 days ahead in excess of purchased pills which raises a red flag for the health system. I need a new ‘scrip.
8:02 a.m. — While waiting for the bus I chat with my friend who is about to buy a house this summer, I’m so excited for him. Bus comes. $2.75
8:22 a.m. — I head into the doctors office where she apologizes for making me come in seeing as I DID NOT HAVE TO. She gives me a new prescription and some pills for my nausea related to my migraines that happen when it rains…
8:31 a.m. — I go and wait for the bus.
9:15 a.m. — 45 minutes later (!!!) $2.75
9:39 a.m. — Back at the office within the hour, my lead and I chat and I get to work.
10:11 a.m. — I absolutely love Camila Cabello. I saw her on Jimmy Fallon for the first time and then she reminded me so much of my friend, plus she sang like a BOSS that I started listening to her music – Little Bun loves her song Havana the best, but I am stuck on Never be the Same right now.
11:22 a.m. — I take a short break for lunch and finish with two mini KitKats. My team knows my weakness and they exploit it at every turn by buying me KitKats. 😛
11:48 a.m. — I chat with a friend who is trying IVF again with his wife. He is a sucker for punishment. His kid is super cute though with his curly black hair and sweet little face. I ask him what he would do if he had twins or triplets. LOL.
1:00 p.m. — I head into a meeting. This one is 3 hours long. NO JOKE. Near the end I’m about to fall asleep…
4:03 p.m. — I make my escape.
4:24 p.m. — I get home, and my partner greets me. He had a great day hanging out watching the games with Little Bun, and he heads out to run errands.
4:56 p.m. — I do the dishes and start on laundry.
5:36 p.m. — I feed Little Bun and then make him clean up the entire living room before he is allowed to watch a few videos (I need a break, I have to catch up on stuff).
5:57 p.m. — I sob (happy tears) watching Queer Eye for the Straight Guy (Season 2), and Little Bun is happily sitting beside me watching videos.
6:16 p.m. — OMG. I check my credit card bill (finally). $7000? OUCH. *cough*
6:54 p.m. — I dry all the dishes and the laundry, and seriously y’all……. Banana Republic is killing it this season for me… I love this Utility Tencel Pant, this stunning green high-waisted chino skirt which I predict will sell out at full price, this very pretty blue striped top which I would have purchased I have tons of striped items already, and this gorgeous high-waisted black twist front skirt. I AM VERY TEMPTED RIGHT NOW. They are all quality, great value pieces that are classics for me.
7:11 p.m. — I go to print my photos for Mamie for this summer. I plan on bringing her a new set of photos in the summer instead of sending them, but I do want to have them ready. $7.39 – but I only pay half
8:00 p.m. — We all get ready for bed but then do nonsense like play “Daddy tent” or “Mommy train” (it is exactly what you think it is), and then go to sleep at a much later time. I have no idea what the time is because I can’t see anything without my glasses on.
??:?? — I wake up and Little Bun is in my face asking to cuddle with me. I hold him.
6:11 a.m. — Then I get up and get ready for work super early because I think he highways are blocked.
6:15 a.m. — Little Bun looks up at me and says seriously: Today I get to choose preschool or staying at home with Daddy. Hmmm… my partner is at home so he stays at home if he wants, but this child.. LOL…
6:23 a.m. — I leave and then .. of course.. they’re CLEAR and I get there WAY early. Damn it.
6:40 a.m. — I start working and then it is a meeting until lunch, but at lunch I have yoga so I bolt.
12:07 p.m. — I end up in the sun again — I think I hate outside yoga.
1:13 p.m. — After yoga I’m starving. I eat my lunch which is too dry — someone undercooked the lentils … 😛 I won’t mention who, but he makes my lunch weekly.
12:07 p.m. — I get back to work and it is another two meetings and the day is over. I literally worked half an hour on stuff I needed to get done, I feel. Everything is such a rush I feel overwhelmed.
3:00 p.m. — Not only that I’m trying very hard not to cry. Hearing about what is happening to the children in the U.S. being ripped apart from their parents — at the most crucial time in their little lives where they need their mothers and fathers the most, is hurting me. I’m physically in pain, in my heart, hearing and seeing these photos of these BABIES in cages. BABIES. Are we so sick as a world that we are unable to stop the horror that is happening? There is zero tolerance in my mind for what they are doing to those families, there is no excuse and absolutely no justification that can ever convince me that this is correct. I can only imagine Little Bun there, crying his heart out for us. I can’t see anyone else and I hear him in their voices. I can’t even imagine what is going on right now in their hearts and minds.
4:34 p.m. — I can’t stop thinking about it the whole day and I end up forgetting things in the car.
5:26 p.m. — I head off to sell the pants I don’t wear. +$30
5:45 p.m. — I also end up selling off my LightStim (I have NO TIME FOR THIS and it takes commitment plus I don’t have wrinkles) and I plan to ship it immediately. +$120
6:12 p.m. — I head back, get caught in traffic and end up shipping the LightStim. $17.94
6:45 p.m. — Back at home, I get Little Bun barreling into my arms. Yay!!
7:20 p.m. — My partner saved some pizza for me, and I eat that with a whole bunch of basil.
8:45 p.m. — I do laundry and then it’s time for bed.
Extra Earned: $150
Spent: $2607.94 – would be more, have to wait for conversion
??:?? — I wake up tired as usual. Little Bun is staying at home today with his father, and tells me (again) he has a choice to do so or not. *sigh*
6:03 a.m. — I start getting ready and decide on a plain white dress. I have to ruin the sleek minimalist lines with a belt to hook my pass on, but I love this $60 dress from Acne Studios that was originally $600! Amazing deal. And it was NEW to boot. I pair it with my favourite circle copper statement necklace.
6:15 a.m. — After makeup, I put out my Bio-K to drink (but I ended up forgetting to drink it so my partner put it back in the fridge later). I also forget to bring my lunch so I’ll be going out to eat today I guess.
6:54 a.m. — I am out the door with Little Bun waving to me right to the door, literally standing there right at the door, asking “AGAIN” for another hug and kiss good bye, waving as he slowly closes the door, repeating: BYE MOMMY BYE MOMMY BYE MOMMY…BYE BYE BYE.. until I see his little eager waving hand disappear as I close the door.
7:34 a.m. — At work, it is NON-STOP. It is a blur of requests, short meetings, explanations and work until it is time for lunch.
11:15 a.m. — I plead with my friend to leave early. We head out early, and just stand on the street talking, waiting for the place to open.
12:30 p.m. — The fish we take (sea bass) is AMAZING as usual and well worth it. $42.31
1:11 p.m. —We walk back slowly taking the long way back to the office, and then it is slamming solid work until the end of the day. I keep listening to these two new songs on repeat like crazy:
2:13 p.m. — I am such a terribly nosy snooper. I saw this girl really loving a song, and I sat down beside her in the lobby when I took a break to subtly try and figure out what song it was and ended up LOVING it too — Karmin’s — Neon Love… I also liked her song I Told you So from a long time ago.
4:00 p.m. — I bolt as soon as I can leave, and head home.
5:24 p.m. — At home, I feed Little Bun and share a banana with him, getting some energy into him before he goes off to play soccer. I am really looking forward to this break alone at home. I need it. Mentally, and physically I am spent.
5:33 p.m. — ..then it starts to rain. WTF. I feel like he hasn’t been to soccer in the past week because it has rained EVERY SINGLE TIME. #%(*#%(#*%)#% He stays at home then.
6:20 p.m. — I sigh, and leave the dishes for another day. I also don’t bother with laundry. I just putter around, meandering online, trying to make sure I am organized… sort of. My brain is not there. I can’t even.
6:40 p.m. — I do a little division and multiplication (easy stuff, he still doesn’t get it..) with Little Bun because he INSISTS on it, and then we read a few books together (he also insisted on this).
5:24 p.m. — I try to eat my mushroom and olive pizza in peace but Little Bun demands my attention, saying: Mommy! Look! Look at these hedgehogs! They are super cool! This is so awesome!… it is really adorable that he wants to validate and show me everything and I am trying to soak it up, and parrot back my excitement at this (which I am, a little.. I think it is so cute), but it can get exhausting when it is pretty much 24/7 with your child wanting you to watch and validate everything they do.
7:40 p.m. — I cuddle Little Bun and get us all ready for bed early. I am already in bed, half dozing off and sleeping when he crawls in and we all fall asleep almost instantly.
??:?? — He wakes up squealing during the night and whining, and crying and I AM SO #%(*&#%ING TIRED AND ANGRY. Without any good judgement, I am screaming at him which of course makes it worse, and then we all fall back asleep, exhausted and not at all well rested. DAMN. IT ALL. TO. #%(#*%ING HELL.
??:?? — My partner wakes up and tries to be quiet but is SO. LOUD. at the same time. I get up too, blearily and stand in the hallway staring at him getting ready giving him a look of DEATH.
??:?? — He greets me almost guiltily, reaches for me, and hugs me tight, kissing me and telling me he loves me. I repeat back that I love him too. We stay like that.
??:?? — ….then Little Bun
breaks ruins the reverie by saying: MOMMYYYYYYY????????? …… we break apart, and I go to Little Bun to rub his back and assure him I am here, and with him. I have not left yet. He doesn’t like empty beds without me in them, and if I am not in bed with him at bedtime or there in the morning, he panics. The trip to NYC really showed me how much he needs me at night to sleep, like a security blanket. He sobbed all two nights I was gone, and when I came back, he told me that only Daddies are on the plane to go to New York, no Mommies allowed. It was both cute and heartbreaking. My partner leaves, and I call out “goodbye”…
6:02 a.m. — I get ready, on the fly I pick out my YSL haute couture paint splatter dress that was $4000 USD at retail but I got for $100 (hello secondhand shopping!!), and it was a US 10 so I took a gamble on the size but in the end, I don’t hate the slightly oversized feel and look. It doesn’t look stupid and fits well in the shoulders / torso. My own “real” size would have probably been closer to being bodycon and skintight.
6:22 a.m. — Little Bun insists on a “shapes” watch, and picks out his favourite gold drusy ring as of late for me to wear on my “Mommy Finger” (the index).
6:30 a.m. — He makes me wear sandals because boots (even small ones) are only for winter, and then I pick out a belt to hang my badge on (Burberry, from my trench coat, this belt gets so much wear it is almost worth having to have purchased the trench at $2000 to get this belt).
6:43 a.m. — I get his lunch ready (my partner forgot) as he does LookBook for me, then we take selfies (he hides in my dress for a few and tells me he is grumpy, which is his code word for ‘tired’ or ‘not feeling great’).
6:44 a.m. — I also drink some Bio-K which I can tell you I WISH I had started the regimen on when I was pregnant and even after. This is significantly helped my colds and sicknesses because I am less sick, and not as violently so ever since I started taking Bio-K religiously. I know it is expensive, but it is not a placebo like I thought initially (I am super skeptical about claims of anything),
6:45 a.m. — I grab my two lunches for today and tomorrow – I plan on eating both with my delicious faux chicken nuggets in orange sauce. I plan on eating out on Friday.
6:50 a.m. — I get him dressed (takes 5 shirts rejections before he wants to wear the same olive green shirt he has worn for the past WEEK), and then we head out.
7:15 a.m. — At preschool, he is happy and just a bit tired, but hugs and kisses me goodbye.
7:30 a.m. — I make a chai tea upstairs, snag two slices of bread from my friend’s bread bag (she won’t mind, she steals from mine too), and finish off the garlic hummus I have in the fridge that expires in 2 days.
7:35 a.m. — Downstairs, I eat my two slices of hummus bread and get to work.
8:00 a.m. — AAAAND MEETINGS.
9:30 a.m. — I interview (and grill) someone who may join the team and help me on stuff.
10:00 a.m. — Interview over, I rush to my meeting.
12:22 p.m. — Meeting done, I rush and go to eat lunch because… I AM NOT A ROBOT AND AM HUNGRY.
12:56 p.m. — I make plans with the boys to eat dim sum.. I only work with guys, so .. yeah. 🙂
2:00 p.m. — I finally have to leave and go work elsewhere. I NEED TO GET THIS DONE. STOP ASKING ME QUESTIONS. I run away.
3:37 p.m. — I get called back to help some more on other things. 🙁 This day will never end.
4:13 p.m. — Meeting #1 is over, and Meeting #2 starts. I am DESPERATE TO LEAVE. They book me solid for tomorrow. I do not have time for any actual work as I am interviewing AND working. WTF. Annoyed AF.
4:31 p.m. — I pick up Little Bun and deflect the “snack” of a multi-grain bagel (yuck).
4:39 p.m. — I consider taking him to the park but am really too tired to.
5:00 p.m. — We share a banana together. He holds it and feeds it to me, sharing bite by bite.
6:10 p.m. — Little Bun looks up at me and says sadly: “I didn’t go to the park today….“.. I look down, kiss his cheeks and tell him I’ll take him out then.
6:55 p.m. — After the park, we head home (we saw Daddy drive in!) and my partner grills a chicken for us.
7:54 p.m. — We eat REALLY late and I am really REALLY tired. I have to work tomorrow.
8:24 p.m. — I get him ready for bed and plop down. He goes out and hangs with his father until it is time to sleep.
9:35 p.m. — STILL NOT SLEEPING. He doesn’t want to close his eyes. OMFG. … every 10 minutes, he is squealing.
10:11 p.m. — I LOSE MY #%#)#%). GO THE %(*#%) TO SLEEP.
??:?? — Little Bun wakes up screaming.
??:?? — He wakes up crying.
5:24 a.m. — I get him his bottle of milk, he is really grumpy and angry. And annoyed.
5:35 a.m. — He falls back asleep like an angel, cuddling the empty milk bottle in his arms. My partner whispers to me that he fell back asleep. He must be now, catching up on all the sleep he has missed.
6:02 a.m. — We watch the highlights of the games from yesterday together.
6:06 a.m. — I start getting ready. I LOVE this map printed top.
7:00 a.m. — Little Bun wakes up.
7:30 a.m. — At work I start working… and I literally do not stop until lunch. It is NON STOP.
11:20 a.m. — LUNCH. We’re OUT.
11:45 a.m. — We eat dim sum and it is pretty good fare. We are all full at the end. $20
1:08 p.m. — Back at the office, I start my first round of interviews.
1:32 p.m. — I race to my next meeting.
2:28 p.m. — Out of my meeting, I take a SMALL breather (not really) and my second interview starts.
3:06 p.m. — Interview number two..
3:56 p.m. — I’m spent. I pack up and head home. On my way out, ALL THE DIRECTORS CATCH ME IN MY CAR. WTF. Anyway, it was inevitable… I don’t care any more. I don’t announce it, but I can’t keep it a secret
4:35 p.m. — I head home and then Little Bun greets me.
4:50 p.m. — Little Bun is just REFUSING to go play soccer with his father. *SIGH* This is not working out the way I planned.. instead, we head out with my partner and wander around the market but don’t buy anything.
6:00 p.m. — Back at home, he eats a banana with me, and then we putter around the bedroom. My brain is really tired. I need a break, and I am getting very sleepy.
7:18 p.m. — I wash my face, no energy for my hair — will do that tomorrow morning and I log in to answer emails and make notes to myself but I am getting very sleepy .
7:52 p.m. — I get Little Bun ready for bed and then pass out…
??:?? — Screaming.
??:?? — More screaming. I can’t fall back asleep. My sleep is broken.
5:24 a.m. — He is bleeding through his nose now and sniffling a lot. I hold his nose and try to stop the bleeding, tired.. and really just down. My whole mood is low right now. I grab his milk and then pass out on the pillow beside him.
5:34 a.m. — I am still in bed. He pokes me and says: Mommy? You need to put the milk bottle away please.
6:02 a.m. — I get up. My partner is doing stuff. I am back in bed, trying to sleep as much as I can.. but knowing I can’t, really.
7:00 a.m. — My partner leaves to do groceries and buy bananas (Little Bun is put out that he does not have his morning banana to eat and share with Mommy) and I make a cup of tea.
7:22 a.m. — I then start on the dishes while watching Queer Eye for the Straight Guy (Season 2).
8:18 a.m. — Dishes all done and dried, I make some noodles. I’m suddenly famished. I didn’t eat last night – no energy and wasn’t that hungry.
9:34 a.m. — I make notes on what I want to do today:
- Return pants I got from Tristan that are wide & cropped but I thought would be good for summer but in the end I cannot justify $100 for a retail pair of pants I don’t LOVE.
- Some tea to try out at work – earl grey cream black tea, coconut oolong… etc
- A light loose kimono top of some sort in a minimalist, graphic print
- This book for Little Bun – This is how we do it (Matt Lamothe)
10:51 a.m. — I finish the series and start on Trevor Noah – Afraid of the Dark…. I love this comedian. Not only is he gorgeous, he is a GREAT actor and comedian. HE IS SO TRUE.
11:10 a.m. — I end up buying his book online and some Jetsetter Rose Gold pouches. $58.81
12:08 p.m. — My partner arrives home and we have lunch.
12:28 p.m. — I leave Little Bun sobbing at home. 🙁
1:30 p.m. — I head out and return those pants at Tristan. They ask me SO MANY detailed questions about my address and number and postal code (all of which I gave as fake) that I basically vow to never shop here again. I do not need the third degree if I just want to return something. The hassle is too high. –$100.51
1:43 p.m. — I drop by Joe Fresh and H&M and am overwhelmed by everything. It is all so cheap and yet so expensive.
2:18 p.m. — I pick up a Starbucks tea latte. $5.11
2:27 p.m. — At Banana Republic I almost fall for the Dillon striped shirt but (A) I have a ton of striped shirts and (B) it was 50% polyester… but oh so soft and delicious. I’m still thinking about it.
2:34 p.m. — I go by Zara and by chance they have a SALE! Everything on for $30? Wow. I beeline upstairs immediately to buy socks for Little Bun. He LOVES his dog socks but he ripped a hole in the only pair he has so I pick up two more pairs of dog socks for him. They’re only a buck off from the original price though. $13.75
2:46 p.m. — Oh, what’s this on the rack in the kids area?
3:08 p.m. — A super cute cobalt blue chevron pleated skirt? Oh, Large. I put it back. Someone is either hiding it up here or brought it up here to try and then abandoned it and/or gave up wanting to buy it.
3:59 p.m. — Curious, I wander and fall down the rabbit hole that is Zara. I’m going around picking up mostly linen, high rise pants for Europe. My problem is not that I don’t want to show skin when I’m abroad but I get BITTEN like nobody’s business so I’m really hesitant to buy anything that looks cute but will inevitably end up with my legs covered in mosquito bites (literally COVERED).
4:32 p.m. — I spy some cute striped skirts, dresses and soon my hands are FULL. Can’t stop thinking about that skirt. I head upstairs and grab it to try, you never know…..
4:58 p.m. — I wait and wait and finally get in. I try everything and veto it all except the white highwaisted linen pants. Those are comfy and not super see through like the other linen pants I paid $50-$70 for in other stores. Not only that, the chevron skirt FITS. It is a large and a teensy bit loose at the waist but it FITS. I’m amazed.
5:10 p.m. — I almost buy this great deep dark blue denim shirt dress as well but then decide not to because when I lift my arms up, the slit rides right up to my hip. Not only that, the shoulders are a bit tight. I do love this minimalist, deep navy blue look of it though and the denim is SO SOFT. I do a quick tour of the place and then I pay for everything. $68.88
5:27 p.m. — I drop by Lululemon JUST TO LOOK (all the LOLZ from the reader peanut gallery I’m sure)… and try on these floral mesh pants but ultimately while I like the print sort of, I don’t love them. I end up buying a pair of high waisted for pants instead that look like they could work for the office. I buy them without trying them on but can return at any time unlike those Final Sale items. $124.20
6:02 p.m. — At home, I try on everything and my partner vetos the linen pants, warning me they’re not lined and therefore TRANSPARENT, and that the Lululemon pants are overpriced for what they are. Thank you. They’re going back. 😛
6:24 p.m. — I love the cobalt chevron skirt though… !! What a cool thing from Zara.
6:46 p.m. — I finish watching Trevor Noah – Afraid of the Dark … and I hope one day, Little Bun will be as well-raised and as respectful as he is. He is a true male role model… …. smoking hot and talented with all of those accents to boot!!
7:11 p.m. — I get Little Bun ready for bed and we read a few books together. Then I sort of pass out.
??:?? p.m. — It is past 8 for sure, but I am lying in bed as Little Bun wiggles around me.
Spent: $270.75 – returning most of it though!
??:?? — I wake up when Little Bun buries his body into my back… I pretend to be dead (of course) and he then crawls on top of me and wiggles all around an on top of me until he announces brightly: MOMMY. Today is SUNDAY FUN DAY! …
6:32 a.m. — I get up and grab his milk. He is put out that the bottle is blue and not yellow (his current favourite colour), but I am too tired to play along and accommodate him. I tell him if he wants milk, it is in the big blue bottle or he doesn’t drink anything. He protests a little saying he is NOT a big boy, but then takes the milk when I tell him that only babies drink milk in a bottle.
6:34 a.m. — I lie down beside him, exhausted. I rub his head (it is very relaxing for me to run my fingers through his hair).
6:38 a.m. — After he finishes, we cuddle together and my partner remarks that he looks like a baby kangaroo. He squeals, insisting that he is a hedgehog NOT a kangaroo.
6:42 a.m. — I start on our tasks for the morning — one load of laundry, washing all my makeup brushes, replacing the cleanser (bottle is empty) and getting a new bar of soap.
6:53 a.m. — Little Bun eagerly helps and tells me he is a great little helper. I know this won’t last long so I’m encouraging him and praising him to get him to keep helping us.
7:12 a.m. — I ask him how he is feeling and what he would like to do today. I give him options forgetting it is a holiday and everything is closed. He wants to go out so I tell him before we go, he has to clean up his area.
7:32 a.m. — He insists it is clean until I point out that the boxes are a mess, his puzzle pieces are everywhere — does he think that looks nice? He agrees and starts slowly cleaning. I tell him Mommy will clean her closet before she goes too (putting clothes away).
7:45 a.m. — After we are all done I head to the car. I see my neighbour and she reminds me about the holiday (D’oh!!!).. and I decide to take him out anyway and bring him to Starbucks for breakfast.
8:29 a.m. — At Starbucks, I grab a huge venti green tea, try their egg bites with bacon & Gruyere cheese and Little Bun wants the Bacon, Gouda and Egg sandwich, proclaiming that he LOVES cheese.
8:55 a.m. — We eat everything — the egg bites are DELISH but for the amount you get versus having a sandwich which is twice the volume and almost pretty much the same thing, it isn’t a good deal. $16.77
9:18 a.m. — We finish our breakfast, he plays with his water cup a little and soaks himself (giggling) and then we get in the car and drive off to hang in an area…
9:25 a.m. — He sits in the front seat and plays with all of the controls as I finish my tea.
10:02 a.m. — I close my eyes and half doze in the chair. Next week if I am still so sleep deprived (and a bit sick come to think of it which is why I’m extra fatigued), I’ll bring a pillow and nap in the car. Ever since I took the Bio-K stuff I’ve noticed a huge difference in my illnesses — I’ve mentioned this a few times but I think I’m actually sick right now but not as badly affected as I would have been. My nose is running just a little and I’m more tired than usual but nothing like before when I would really be out on the bed and conked out.
11:09 a.m. — We finish playing, head home and have lunch.
11:12 p.m. — At home, after lunch, he goes down for a nap (AND SO DO WE) but protests the whole way until he actually sleeps.
1:30 p.m. — After he wakes up, we play, read books together.. I can’t even remember. Just normal stuff.
5:15 p.m. — You know who is weak AF in the face of great pieces and has a lot of FOMO (Fear of missing out) on amazing pieces? THIS GIRL RIGHT HERE. I end up going on a little shopping spree at Banana Republic almost at full price (only 10% off… weak sauce.). I really REALLY hate retail prices ($99 each piece, really!) but these pieces are really.. quite good. Good enough for me to buy them and hope for a sale within 30 days, but if it never goes on sale and it sells out completely like the gorgeous yellow ponte slit dress that I bought at almost full price, AT LEAST I HAVE THEM!
I buy all of these pieces… $387.03
- Cobalt Blue Striped Camisole — it is polyester but I cannot resist the siren call of stripes in COBALT BLUE and in odd interesting graphic sort of arrangements. Stripes are my kryptonite. Also, camisoles and thin straps do NOT do anything for my body but this would be a great piece under a sweater.
- Heritage Utility Tencel Pants in both Flight Jacket (this awesome army green) and Navy
- Paper-bag waist Utility Skirt — you had me at “paper bag waist” and “utility”
- Rose Gold & Cream Reversible Leather Tote — but this is going back, it is not 100% leather, it is leather on the taupe side (doesn’t look very expensive, honestly), but it is cheap vinyl on the rose gold side. For $77 I am expecting full 100% leather on both sides. Pass. It does not look like what I expected for what I am paying. For super cheap “Final sale / Fire sale”, why not? Not full-ish price though… the cream is not even creamy like in the photo, it is more of a cream-taupe.
7:12 p.m. — We get ready, and then go to sleep after doing some math.
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