Week of Money: Where I am trying not to get cabin fever

DAY ONE

6:00 a.m. — Little Bun wakes me up with: “Mommy, it’s time!” He is very excited that the milk will run out and he will have to eat yoghurt instead in the mornings or for snacks after his nap. VERY EXCITED. He keeps asking when the milk is gone.

7:59 a.m. — “Mommy? Are you nice?” …. I look at him and wonder if it is a trick question. I reply back: “Yes baby, I think I’m a nice person“… and then he points at the book title on my screen and says: “THEN YOU WON’T BE RICH! That’s what this book says!”

I laugh.. He doesn’t understand book jacket marketing, but also.. I have to now try and explain to him that you CAN be nice and rich, and I’m doing all right — but I don’t want to be too effusive about it so that he doesn’t think I’m rich…

8:47 a.m. — I watch more of Making the Cut. I don’t love the fashion show even though I love Tim Gunn, but I am desperate for new videos and content.

12:56 p.m. — My partner makes a delicious batch of French Fries, vinegar sauced chicken and carrots. I am so happy right now I could cry. This is such a special feast! Little Bun only wants the french fries, so that’s what we feed him.

3:44 p.m. — After his nap, he gets yoghurt (the milk ran out), and he is very happy because he LOVES yoghurt (it has sugar in it)…

4:51 p.m. — I make a light dinner for myself, and then play with Little Bun after working on a new series about Luxury Iconic Designer Handbags as Investments. This research into the bags is taking a lot longer than I anticipated because it is hard to find data from the past!

7:18 p.m. — I take a shower after doing all the dishes, and then I do workbook with Little Bun – he is BLASTING through the Grade 2 books, and I think he will be moving on to Grade 3 soon, he is finally grasping the idea of critical reading and concepts..

9:21 p.m. — Time for bed.

Spent: $0

DAY TWO

??:?? — This feels early. He wakes up and goes to the washroom.

??:?? — He checks the time in the living room.

??:?? — He checks the time again again and thens runs back to me.

5:40 a.m. — “It’s 5:40, Mommy“, he sings… I groan. I tell him: Go out and play in the living room. I’ll be out in 10 minutes. (I AM SO TIRED)

6:13 a.m. — I get out there, spoon out yoghurt for him and he looks down at the bowl and tells me: But Daddy adds sugar too..  .. I do a quick taste and tell him it was already added in, so it’s fine. He perks up, tries it and says: OOO! Yes! I didn’t know that he added sugar.

6:41 a.m. — I log in and do administrative emails. I got a consulting request this week and I am very excited to work with her – she’s pregnant but hasn’t told her boss yet, interested in consulting and side incomes.

8:29 a.m. — We spend the morning working on his Grade 2 book. It is becoming easy for him – I am seeing he is understanding and writing a lot better than before, so we will soon move on to Grade 3 after he is done these pages.

10:15 a.m. — We have lunch, and my partner tells me that he thinks the virus will eventually make its way through the population, and die out by September. I certainly hope so. At this rate, I won’t be leaving the house until September…

1:00 p.m. — I read books to Little Bun, snuggle and play with him, and then he goes down for his nap.

2:32 p.m. — My partner makes a batch of rice pudding. Little Bun will wake up super excited.

3:22 p.m. — After he eats his yoghurt: “Mommy, you need to change my shirt for me. I got yoghurt on it and then I ate all the yoghurt off the shirt and now it’s wet…” … O_o …

5:28 p.m. — How beautiful are these looks? The colour palette is all wrong for me, but I like the styling…

I also like the chambray top with a crisp skirt:

6:40 p.m. — I read books to him, we do more activity work books and then we snuggle in bed and he watches Care Bears (he loves Grumpy the best and sings along off key with the theme song because my baby is tone deaf).

9:15 p.m. — Time for bed.

Spent: $0

DAY THREE

??:?? — Little Bun is squealing.

??:?? — Little Bun is squealing again. NO IDEA WHY. Nightmares?

6:22 a.m. — Little Bun taps me on my belly: “Mommy? Sorry to have to wake you up in the middle of your dream. I had a great dream that you woke up and fed me yoghurt instead of milk because there’s no milk left. Let’s go!” ….. Uhh….. I get up fatigued, and go get him yoghurt.

6:38 a.m. — I get into a discussion on Instagram about cost-per-wear and ‘investing in clothes’ as used by the fashion people. I truly, TRULY dislike the mixup of these two concepts because cost per wear is NOT the same as an investment. Will write a post on this.

7:19 a.m. — I make a cup of tea. I reheat it at least 3 times in the morning because I like it boiling hot to drink.

7:45 a.m. — Little Bun lays out a cloth on the counter, and tells me very sweetly: “I am rolling up my sleeves and preparing the counter so that I don’t get cheese sleeves. You know, cheese on my sleeves!”

8:08 a.m. — Well that escalated quickly….. she went from not living in fear to suddenly freaking out about the virus:

12:08 p.m. — “Tomorrow’s yesterday, is today”, my little philosopher proclaims. I had to pause and parse out each word before affirming he was correct.

1:19 p.m. — I make my usual lunch – I don’t add a lot of meat to my meals, I just have a few pieces for flavouring, but a lot more in vegetables or other items.

3:12 p.m. — Little Bun wakes up and runs out.

4:22 p.m. — I order things for my mother online – bras, socks, etc. She is unable to leave the home so I am doing it for her. I really hate shopping in Canada. Online shopping here is TERRIBLE, and our only option is really Hudson’s Bay for things like this. The U.S. is far FAR more advanced in shopping than this, which is one of the things I took for granted when I lived there.

4:31 p.m. — I order her some new leggings as well so that she’s comfortable – these ones I found by Amazon called Ritual are literally the best especially for the price.

5:56 p.m. — “Mommy, your belly is my pillow. *kisses me* I love your belly pillow!” …. He actually does sleep on my belly like a pillow. We actually sleep like this sometimes and while I don’t get a lot of sleep because I sleep with him, I know this snuggling won’t last:

7:11 p.m. — Time for more dishes. I clean everything, dry it, put it away.

7:40 p.m. — Little Bun goes willingly to read a book with Daddy, then brushes his teeth.

8:05 p.m. — After everyone is prepped for bed, I read a book with him – Ultimate Book of Cities… full of fun, interesting scenes.

8:33 p.m. — He watches a few videos of Care Bears, and then time for bed.

Spent: $0

DAY FOUR

??:?? — Little Bun woke up grumpy AF because he is snapping at me and annoying me, really. I am getting grumpy just being around him.

6:20 a.m. — I feed him and then he seems better, but he is just grumpy.

6:59 a.m. — I just realize that a show called The Monchhichis, was a show I watched a very long time ago, and had a doll from it, but didn’t realize it until now. I always just thought it was some random monkey doll. They are kind of cute, these little monkey things.

9:15 a.m. — My head is pounding. I try to play a game with Little Bun but then he gets angry because I don’t play by some arbitrary rules of things I said months ago when we last played, and I get frustrated. He starts crying when I ask him how I should play the game and tells me: YOU SHOULD KNOW. YOU SAID IT THE LAST TIME! In my frustration, I just leave and go to the bedroom which triggers a sobbing tantrum.

9:22 a.m. — I let him sob it out as my headache pounds in my head, and I finally get up and tell him I cannot remember what I did the last time we played and I don’t remember it, so he needs to explain it to me, not yell at me. He sobs.

9:28 a.m. — I take out a hidden toy (we hide toys all the time) and let him play with it, which perks him up, and I make him go to his father so I can lie down.

9:45 a.m. — He gets bored and comes back to me after they play for literally 15 minutes. FIFTEEN MINUTES. WTF. I cannot handle him 24/7. He wants a new game now. I give the iPad to him so I can go lie down. I was going to do yoga but my head hurts so badly. I think it is about to rain again and the pressure headache is mounting.

9:47 a.m. — He comes out crying because the app won’t work. I emailed the developers yesterday but I am still waiting for a reply. I foist him off on another app.

10:26 a.m. — *my belly rumbles*… Little Bun: Mommy, is your belly digesting or are you hungry? …. I tell him I’m hungry, and he says: OK! I’ll go check on lunch for you.… He runs out, and then comes back with news: Lunch is almost ready, it’ll be okay Mommy. He is SO. DARN. CUTE. SOMETIMES. It sort of makes up for how horrible he is at times.

11:01 a.m. — Lunchtime. We have pizza but for some reason I am still hungry and want more.

12:10 p.m. — After lunch, I do all the dishes.

12:15 p.m. — I pass out on the bed and end up napping. I love these two looks for different reasons – one for print & statement necklaces, and the other for the glam rock feel:

1:05 p.m. — I wake up with a start, it is time for Little Bun to nap. I slept a DECENT amount of time, and I don’t feel sick but more rested. Naptime for Little Bun.  Or rather, since he is 6, it is more quiet time for him, and he goes to lie down / play around in a dark room. If he needs to nap, he naps, if he doesn’t, he doesn’t.

2:16 p.m. — I eye the clock. Little Bun will be up in 45 minutes. My break will be over…

4:22 p.m. — I have a light early dinner after Little Bun is up.

7:38 p.m. — I struggle with teaching myself binary so I can clearly explain it to Little Bun because he is starting to play a Binary game and wanted to know what comes next. He has to first learn the powers of 2, and then we will need a chart with all the powers to do binary… O_o This will keep me busy for sure.

8:50 p.m. — Time for bed.

Spent: $0

DAY FIVE

??:?? — I wake up tired. Has to be before 6. Little Bun runs out to check the time after going to the bathroom and whispers to me: It is 5:20 Mommy…. and crawls back into bed because he knows 6 a.m. is the wakeup

5:45 a.m. — He checks a second time and I just get up. I can’t keep hearing him stomp in and out of the bedroom, I get no rest.

6:20 a.m. — After his yoghurt, I make a tea, and settle in. This is the best part of my day – quiet time, he’s occupied with videos (Care Bears), and I am drinking a tea and thinking.

8:13 a.m. — My partner is up and Little Bun turns eagerly to me: Do you remember Mommy when you said we would learn binary numbers today!?!? … He is so excited he is bubbling. I teach him with this simple chart and ideas, and he is soon converting binary to decimal and vice versa within the half hour.

10:20 a.m. — I try to do some yoga but then am not into it, so I stop and shower instead.

10:45 a.m. — I have lunch of pasta and chicken with cayenne pepper (my new favourite), and watch old episodes of Top Chef.

1:04 p.m. — I watch some old episodes of Get a Room with Carson and Thom (I love fun design shows) while Little Bun goes down for his nap.

2:27 p.m. — HAH! THIS IS MY MOOD.

3:06 p.m. — Up from his nap, eating yoghurt. Then after he does that, he starts yelling at me for something. I am so incredibly tired. I take everything into the bedroom and just look at him. He realizes he was screaming at me and says: BUT I WASN’T YELLING! I was just TELLING YOU….

5:43 p.m. — I feed him dinner, then make a quick plate for myself.

7:17 p.m. — Little Bun while reading a book with his father, starts destroying a corner of it, which makes my partner call out in surprise, and that triggers Little Bun’s temper tantrum where he grunts like a gorilla, and then THROWS the book across the room. It goes from zero to 100 with him. My partner side eyes him, takes the book away, and then tells him: No videos tomorrow.… this of course, creates a huge temper tantrum and a screaming, crying match. I hold him and tell him flatly: You chose this for yourself. Daddy was just telling you to not to do it, and then you lost your temper.

7:43 p.m. — He ends up on the floor, playing with a paper airplane, still hurt, sort of snapping at me instead of being nice because of the temper tantrum from earlier…

8:24 p.m. — We read this See Inside Airports book together, and then we go and lie down – time to sleep. I am tired from all of this.

Spent: $0

DAY SIX

5:40 a.m. — He jumps on me and says: I don’t want to sleep any more, going into a huge long, slow sentence, and I just impatiently ask him: What time is it? .. He gets miffed that I cut him off (it was rude, yes), but I just wanted to either sleep or get up.

5:47 a.m. — I get his yoghurt for him in the kitchen.

6:00 a.m. — Little Bun asks: “Can I watch videos?” … I tell him: “Sure until Daddy wakes up“, and then he remembers he was banned from videos today because of his little temper tantrum last night, and he stops: “Maybe not, I don’t think so.“, he tells me. I repeat: “So no videos?” … he whispers: “No, I don’t think so.” He’s always been good at self-policing himself if we impose a punishment, and this is an example.

7:59 a.m. — I make some tea and browse some interesting, dark autumn looks:

I like this look but with pants maybe. LOL

Layering, layering!

I like that poncho/duster sweater kind of look.

Olivia Palermo and her wonderful culottes… she’s always in them!

8:08 a.m. — Little Bun plays with Todo math (he loves this app) but I can see it is a little too easy for him, except for the more advanced parts of multiplication & division, which he isn’t 100% solid on the way he is with adding and subtracting.

9:20 a.m. — I make a quick breakfast. I can’t wait until lunch because I am way too hungry for some reason.

12:08 p.m. — My partner makes crepes and I cover mine in maple syrup inside and fold them up:

12:28 p.m. — Little Bun gobbles down his crepes in record time, and I eat mine, savouring the maple syrup inside. This is SO GOOD.

1:03 p.m. — Down for his “nap”. I am sure he will just play around all day.

1:03 p.m. — I end up conking out on the carpet, and my partner comes out, sees me dozing, and goes back to the bedroom where I hear Little Bun softly wailing (I suspect he doesn’t want to nap). My partner lies with him for quiet time, and I sleep.

2:27 p.m. — I wake up when my partner comes out and I force myself awake so I don’t oversleep.

3:40 p.m. — I play with Little Bun in the bedroom doing Little Bun things – going through my necklaces, rings, and he dresses his Stuffie in my jewellery.

Also.. just how gorgeous are all of these rings? 😉 I’m a Collector of secondhand (soon to be vintage) YSL Arty Rings now.

5:42 p.m. — I make another quick dinner plate for myself after feeding him, and then I do the dishes.

7:03 p.m. — I try to read a book, and end up just snuggling with Little Bun, reading books to him instead.

9:15 p.m. — Time for bed. We conk out almost immediately.

Spent: $0

DAY SEVEN

??:?? — Little Bun wakes up, checks the time, and satisfied, runs back, pats me on my belly and says: Mommy Mommy. It is 6.

6:05 a.m. — I blearily get up and then hand him some yoghurt, make a cup of tea, and he watches a few videos. Then he has pasta. And I finish off the rest of the pasta – my partner is cooking today.

7:39 a.m. — I am watching Vegas Chef Prizefight where they compete for the job as the head executive chef of a new Vegas restaurant (I love cooking competition shows).

8:08 a.m. — A friend emails me a recommendation for this sunscreen to try if I ever want to try something other than Coola – the La Roche-Posay Anthelios SPF 50 that goes on as a CLEAR GEL so that you don’t get that sunscreen texture but it is a chemical sunscreen. The one I love is the Coola matte tint SPF30 sunscreen that is a mineral not a chemical.

8:22 a.m. — Little Bun looks at the kitchen, sees his father spoon out a fruit smoothie for him into a bowl, and then looks back at me and says: “GOTTA GO!” …. I burst out laughing.

8:34 a.m. — These looks are giving me all the feels:

The idea of a sweater on top of another sweater….

Oversized jackets…

And this is so cosy and comforting.

10:30 a.m. — Suddenly, my eye starts having a bright white spot in the middle and I can’t see because there’s just this blinding white flashy light and it feels like ice picks are stabbing my eye and brain. I quickly google it and it could be stress, or my retina detached. I lie down.

10:31 a.m. — My body completely shuts down and I sleep.

6:28 p.m. — I only got up to eat lunch very quickly or go to the bathroom, and take two nausea pills (metonia) for my vertigo, and then from the time I laid down at 10 until about now, I slept. I just dozed in and out of sleep, closing my eyes in a darkened room, or with a cloth over them. I lie there, with the pain slowly disappearing over 8-hours before I feel like I am not quite so nauseous and dizzy like I want to vomit. I still feel very tired, and my eye hurts terribly. I can’t take very fast movements. I really hope this is stress-related and not something that will send me to any hospital.

7:15 p.m. — I am not hungry, just nauseous. I wash my face, brush my teeth and go to lie down.

8:02 p.m. — We go to bed early. I feel sick. I try to talk to him but I can’t, I just need sleep.

Spent: $0

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