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Week of Money: Where I become obsessed with Vietnamese rolls

DAY ONE

6:25 p.m. β€” Eating a piece of cake, Little Bun says: LOOK! MOMMY! It says T6!! TAKE A PICTURE!… and so I do.

Here are some other photos he has asked me to take in the past:

This one is a bug:

And this gem:

He insisted I take a picture and post it to social media because “other people might find it just as cool as I do”….. and you all did. πŸ™‚

DAY TWO

11:08 a.m. β€”Β Got an email from a frustrated teacher (family) who said that some kids in her class lost their water bottles. and she was the one who got yelled at /
reprimanded by the parent for letting them (?!!!) lose these expensive water bottles.

Listen.

That is some entitled first world privilege sh!@&S! (she works in a private school), to blame the teacher for the careless actions of their kids.
If you have money for $50 water bottles (!!!!) you’re doing fine. Why are you harassing a young teacher making less than you, living in a high cost of living city?

Also… you should be more focused on your kids losing stuff and the reasons why rather than blaming others around them for it.

I can’t.

DAY THREE

12:22 p.m. β€” Lunch time. I make fast and easy fresh Vietnamese rolls (my new obsession – sauce, basil, noodles, cauliflower, cucumbers, green mango and chicken)

Little Bun squeals: MOMMY LOOK A BALD EAGLE!!!

(He’s trying to trick me to get me to turn around so he can steal my roll…)

Me: AH HAH!! THERE ARE NO BALD EAGLES IN CANADA!!!!

Little Bun: THERE ARE!!

Me: Nope. Not falling for it. LOL

DAY FOUR

2:51 p.m. β€” Apparently the Stuffies have created their own store to sell things like hats, lucky paper clovers, and the like. He named it the “AMONG STORE” because it is items for the Among Us Stuffie Games .. based off the real game “Among Us” where you have to find an Imposter who is lurking around and suss them out if they’re sus (suspicious)

He made little hats and outfits for all of them, and made them all buy it through the store.

DAY FIVE

11:08 a.m. β€” My partner brought home croissants, and I take one bite then let Little Bun have the rest.

He applauds my new strategy, telling me that my trick to avoid fat and dairy was smart! (I am avoiding both for health reasons but mostly because they make my skin break out and I am sick of it). He loves that I have one bite and he gets the rest.

He also tells me:

I don’t mind sharing! I would be totally fine eating and sharing with people as long as it’s not an animal or a person who has rabies.

I mean.

I guess I pass his criteria?

8:08 p.m. β€” Little Bun telling his Stuffies at night about how to earn money.

Little Bun:
To get money you need to go to work

Stuffies:
What do people do at work all day?

Little Bun:
They go bla bla bla.. bla bla bla!! Then sometimes their headset goes *mic on*, *mic off*, *mic feedback off*…!!!

THAT IS WHAT HE THINKS I DO ALL DAY!!

DAY SIX

7:50 a.m. β€” I wanted to go for a walk in the morning before it rains, but Little Bun pauses in the hallway, and looks up at me through his long lashes and says: “Mommy I know you want to go for a walk alone.. but maybe instead you could spend some time with me and take me to play in the park?

SO MANIPULATIVE! Of course, I am now at the park with my baby.

We end up switching parks halfway through so he can go collect acorns for the squirrels.

12:50 p.m. β€” I got my mom a recycled cashmere snood (new but reknitted) and she asks me why it says recycled
Me: Because the world is burning and we can’t live like this, always consuming, we have to recycle and use what we have sustainably
Her: But recycled? That means used?
Me: Yes, but it could have been unsold cashmere sweaters that they then picked apart and reused the yarn for. What is the problem here?

This obsession with this need to get everything to be NEW or to only use NEW things, is starting to frustrate me. Makes me want to start my own clothing line taking old items, repurposing the textiles to make new items.

DAY SEVEN

8:08 a.m. β€” Little Bun: Mommy do you want to learn how to be a physical or a mental spy?

I ask him what the difference is, and he tells me a physical spy steal things, but a mental spy steals ideas or gets info. I tell him ‘mental’. I would be too stressed to try and be a physical spy!

10:25 a.m. β€” We head out and he ends up finding a DIME! HIS SECOND ONE!

7:12 p.m. β€” I use his belly as a pillow. I call it my new “Belly Pillow”, but he keeps giggling and the pillow keeps getting super hard to sleep on – too wiggly, jiggly, and hard so it isn’t soft and comfortable. I tell him it also makes a lot of noise, a lot of gurgling which makes it very difficult to sleep on it.Β I rate his belly as a pillow as 2 stars out of 5. LOL…. He then asks me to use my belly as a pillow which I am very proud to say is extremely comfortable and soft.

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