Week of Money: Where I drop $1000 on a coat

DAY ONE

??:?? — It is DARK.

5:33 a.m. — With the time change, this means he woke up at 6:33 which is also early for him.

6:00 a.m. — I make tea, and try to get stuff done but he just wants to play and talk to me, which frustrates me. THIS IS MY QUIET TIME. My quiet, no one is awake, ALONE TIME, while he does quiet activities so I can check my bank balances and think.

8:03 a.m. — I finally gave up and sat with him on my lap watching cooking and baking videos. He likes Preppy Kitchen and loved the Halloween cupcakes.

8:46 a.m. — He does ONE activity page which I mark amidst his whining which is irking me to no end.

9:13 a.m. — After my call with my friend, I go and do the dishes. Little Bun was .. quite horrible during the entire morning, whining at me, not letting me have my call, and my partner kept trying to distract him and take him away so I could talk to my friend. He’s just stuck to me.

9:40 a.m. — I finish all of the dishes, dry what I could (I let most of it air dry) and then start laundry then hop into the shower.

9:51 a.m. — He runs out and tells me that he made me a beautiful picture of hearts because he loves me:

10:07 a.m. — After my shower, I hear the door open and I call out: “What do you do before you enter a closed room? You…?” … and he closes the door, knocks, and then I say “Come on in baby“. Might as well start teaching him habits about knocking politely before entering. I finish with the lotion – I bought some lotion body bars to try out, as another attempt to try and be even lower-waste, and to not buy glass tubs of lotion.

10:09 a.m. — Little Bun finishes a SECOND page from his workbook.

10:20 a.m. — I enjoy my omelette from the day before, warmed up with some hot brown rice, and I keep reading my book – Sex and Vanity and inside the book I read this excerpt that is EXACTLY TRUE and a perfect example of racial microaggression

11:00 a.m. — My partner makes sweet bread with white currants and Little Bun and I eat it together.

11:11 a.m. — We play in the closet while I try to finish a ring that’s giving me trouble – I can’t figure out what colours it should be.

11:51 a.m. — I get an overdraft email and I am shocked. I am never in overdraft, what happened!? I quickly e-transfer to myself some money to cover it, and dig into the transactions. Turns out, the association screwed up (it looks like) all the debits for the condo fees and I got charged twice which put me into overdraft, at no fault of my own. Eye roll.

2:16 p.m. — I paint my toenails in a dark room and vow next time to set myself up a bit better because it was so dark, I made so many mistakes I had to clean up with nailpolish remover.

3:35 p.m. — I direct Little Bun to do the kitchen laundry towels – he has to remove them from the dryer, fold them, and put them away. Basically, finish off the laundry part of it all.

3:40 p.m. — He comes out, whining about how he is at 0% energy. I tell him the more he whines, the more energy he uses, and I dislike complaining. I remind him about how this is the SECOND TIME he has WHINED about having no energy when it comes to doing his job for the family, and this better be the last time I hear it, saying “do NOT let this be a third time I hear you whine“. I also remark that he seems to have plenty of energy for the iPad, for watching Sesame Street, for the closet and playing, but this ONE LITTLE TASK sets him back? I eye him sternly.

4:39 p.m. — Towels finally folded and put away without another peep about energy levels, I feed him while he watches Sesame Street. I have to work this bad “low energy” habit out of him because it’s disrespectful to hear him whine when it’s basically the only task he is in charge of 100% and not even the washing part!

4:58 p.m. — I make a warm dinner of pasta, and then eat the rest of the white currant bread from the morning.

6:50 p.m. — I work on my ring, splattering it with gold because it just looks so.. wrong.. or flat, and it improves it a little. It’s still not right though. Something is off.

7:25 p.m. — Little Bun’s favourite place is in my closet and he loves being there:

7:28 p.m. — And then he starts trying on all my rings:

8:47 p.m. — Time for bed.

Spent: $0

DAY TWO

??:?? — I wake up tired. Little Bun is sleeping later, and waking up earlier, all disoriented with the time.

6:20 a.m. — I make tea, and then I snuggle Little Bun who runs around the living room remarking and articulating about everything from the snow, to the characters, to funny things he has seen, along with quizzing me about brain teasers he came up with.

7:13 a.m. — I transfer money over to my investment accounts and convert some $CAD to $USD using Norbert’s Gambit.

8:08 a.m. — I go into the bedroom with Little Bun and we do the activity book pages together while he acts out different questions in the book, pretending he is holding a dog in one hand, and a giraffe in another, and then “weighing” them to show which one is heavier to answer the question. Then for the question with the fork, pot and the bowl, he asks to see the household items, and he (happily) weighs them to mark the answers of which ones are heavier than each other. It’s kind of cute. He also does this page and I ask him to think hard about how he helps us at home, and he wrote ” FOLD TOWELS “:

9:41 a.m. — In the closet, playing, I set up some music, and try on my skirts to see what fits, what’s too big etc. I have lost more weight again, so the smaller skirts fit me a bit better now.

10:17 a.m. — Little Bun, finds dust bunnies and squeals: WE NEED TO VACUUM! I am dancing to the music as thoughts run through my head of what I have to get done today (if anything).

10:44 a.m. — I play a song on repeat and he says: “BUT! What’s wrong with this song! Why won’t it end!!?” .. I explain that I repeated it. He eyes me, and says: “OKAY MOMMY. One last dance for you and that’s it, THEN we vacuum the dust bunnies.” LOL .. He’s a hard taskmaster. I must be raising him right.

10:50 a.m. — I grab out the vacuum and let him go with the ‘roo roo’ attachment (it’s a long hose, which reminds us of elephants, so we call it the roo roo), and he vacuums the entire bedroom, the closet, we do the front living area. The vacuum dies, we let it charge up and I look at his disappointed face and tell him: “We can finish after your nap, baby“.. he will definitely need one today. He has been waking up early and sleeping late, so he must be exhausted.

11:14 a.m. — We have pizza.

11:40 a.m. — I go into the bedroom with him and hang out, but then I end up falling asleep after I read a few chapters and play with him. My e-book goes on the fritz and freezes, and I am too warm to get up from the bed, so I drift off to sleep, to the sound of “How long are you going to sleep Mommy?“.. I mumble back: “10 minutes“, and he pats me.

11:46 a.m. — Not even 10 minutes later, he shakes me awake to solve an Escape Room puzzle for him – a lot of it has twisting / moving puzzle parts that require logic and seeing ahead of where things should be. I don’t get them all the time, and for sure, he won’t as a 6-year old. I am too tired for this, and frustrated, I tell him I need a break from it.

12:00 p.m. — We watch a few baking videos together.

12:41 p.m. — I make a tea and then he goes down for his nap after handing me the iPad back to solve the puzzle that frustrated me.

1:08 p.m. — I read more of my book, and then decide to switch my brain off and watch episodes of Psych.

3:36 p.m. — Little Bun is still napping, I knew he would need the sleep. I’m tired, myself.

4:10 p.m. — He wakes up, and we snuggle together, then I do the dishes, laundry and ponder vacuuming again.

5:30 p.m. — Night passes in a blur, people are all stressed out around me because of elections and I am stressed and it’s not even my country.

6:39 p.m. — I make dinner, and then eat a second time. I just feel strangely hungry .. or empty.

7:20 p.m. — Little Bun finds an old library card in one of the books (we get free books from the library when they get rid of old stock sometimes), and he very excitedly starts “fixing” the sign out card to make it a Notes List for himself to “record down things we have to do“!.. He’s our baby. Truly. I remember doing this as a child too.

9:10 p.m. — Time for bed.

Spent: $0

DAY THREE

??:?? —  I wake up tired again, this time to a grumpy Little Bun. He is grumbling and whining and I AM VERY TIRED RIGHT NOW. I tell him, nay, plead, to not start the morning like this.

5:30 a.m. — I am up, and I cuddle Little Bun in the hallway as he “gets used to the light” by cuddling against my chest, with his eyes closed.

5:47 a.m. — I get up with him, and he plays with blocks as I make a tea.

6:01 a.m. — He starts practicing piano and I sit beside him to go through the keys.

7:20 a.m. — We start on some activity pages. He gives me trouble and in anger, I tell him: STOP IT. I was going to do a fun activity with you after activity pages but now you are acting like this and driving me crazy, I don’t want to do it any more now. He bursts into tears. I tell him to behave and tell him if he does, I will do the activity with him.

9:23 a.m. — After he is done, I set him up with Sesame Street. He asks me quietly what the activity was. I told him: “It was to make snowflakes out of paper and colour them as decoration for winter”. He looks at me, and then bursts into tears, quiet silent tears (the silent scream is when you know they’re really in pain / hurting), and I look at him confused: “Why are you crying?”… then I explain that I did not cancel the activity, but Mommy needs a break and is very very very very tired, and we will do the activity but not right now. He stops his crying, and I cuddle him, and tell him: “Please, watch Sesame Street and give Mommy a break”, and I turn to go lie down.

9:55 a.m. — I make a quick breakfast for myself, which makes me even more tired. This screensaver by the way, reminds me of us – Little Bun with one paw over his Mommy Lioness

10:20 a.m. — I start on all the banking tasks, making calls, and in the middle of it, I get a call from a broker about a contract. I don’t really want to take it but I have no reason not to work it. I just feel like it’s a project that is a mess…. and I am halfhearted about it.

10:32 a.m. — We make paper snowflakes:

11:28 a.m. — My partner keeps wanting to talk to me, but I am not paying attention to anyone. My brain is tired, I am tired, I don’t really want to do anything but lie down and nap, but that might ruin my night sleep, so I am trying not to do that. I want to do nothing and everything at once. I guess this is fatigue.

12:50 p.m. — I make a tea after eating some oatmeal.

1:22 p.m. — My broker is calling the phone, two, three times. I just ignore him. This is my time ‘off’, and I will call him after Little Bun’s nap.

2:49 p.m. — OK, so .. apparently the broker says they’re fine with the rate increase, so I submit my resume. I am not sure I’ll get through anyway, as I only meet 60% of what they need. I guess it can’t hurt to try and if I hate it, just quit.

3:00 p.m. — Little Bun bangs on the door squealing: “YAYYYYYYY“, and my partner goes to him.

4:49 p.m. — I play with Little Bun a little, and then feed him dinner after I take two calls. Turns out, the bank NEVER CLOSED MY ACCOUNT AND LEFT IT AS PENDING. So because there was a balance in there, it couldn’t be closed but NO ONE INFORMED ME. They just closed my online banking logins and it just sat there in limbo of not being open and not being closed. I am glad I called because now she’s issuing a cheque to me for the balance.

5:48 p.m. — I make myself a big bowl of pasta because I am craving it. I also pick up the most amazing deal, a pre-loved Max Mara Manuela Icon Camelhair coat. $1010.72

I have wanted one for SO LONG and to find it in my size, used, and for only 30% of the original price, I am in heaven right now.

5:51 p.m. — Little Bun plays by himself nicely and quietly while I go through my list of things I am checking off to fix. I finally have my $1000 cheque coming, I got a new coat… things are going well.

6:16 p.m. — I do a little more digging and realize I scored the coat for a serious deal, almost 50% off its pre-loved price. Other coats are selling for $1300 USD to $2000 USD, even used. Even with the flaws (once I fix the stitching it will just be the two tiny bald spots under the arm), I am sure I could sell it for above the $724 USD I paid for it, at least for $1000 USD or thereabouts. Designer coats are always a better purchase because when you buy the best/most iconic, they’re easier to sell and for a better price. It’s like real estate — you want to buy LOCATION, but in coats, you want to buy BRAND so that it can go easily.

6:45 p.m. — I do all the dishes and dry them, Little Bun plays a jumping game with Daddy while he keeps the Stuffie out of reach and plays with him. Little Bun does a solid 20 minutes of running and jumping with this game.

8:07 p.m. — Little Bun starts schooling with Daddy, and watching them read storybooks on screen.

8:29 p.m. — Little Bun finishes his schooling with Daddy

8:36 p.m. — We get ready for bed, we pick out story books and then read them, and cuddle, make up stories and go to sleep afterwards.

Spent: $1010.72

DAY FOUR

??:?? — I wake up to Little Bun squealing and I pull him close. He cuddles me, waits his requisite 10 seconds then says: “Mommy, milky“. I get up and grab his milk.

6:00 a.m. — At least it’s 6. And not 5:30. I make a tea after cuddling him and we watch a few videos my mother sent over of Halloween and cotton candy making.

7:25 a.m. — I go through my banking information and I call to make sure I did NOT PAY any account fees while my account was in limbo of being closed/not closed. They inform me I will receive a $1400 cheque (the remaining balance).

8:27 a.m. — I go through my list of things and people to call, and the last one is another bank but I am tired from all of this banking and election stress. The U.S. election affects Canadians quite a bit as well.

10:19 a.m. — A quick meal, while my partner is in school and Little Bun is watching Sesame Street. He LOVES Elmo. I act as his couch while I read books:

11:30 a.m. — We eat some fresh bread. I dip mine in white sugar like I used to as a little girl, and I crunch the sugar.

12:08 p.m. — “Baby, I am going to shower okay?” … Little Bun responds back: “OK. And no Mommy, I DO NOT WANT TO SMELL YOU.” (I always tease him that I want him to smell me because I’m stinky and need a shower.”

12:33 p.m. — Shower over, we play “Candy shop” and let the Stuffies serve customers (Megablocks that come by to buy candies).

1:06 p.m. — His nap time.

2:15 p.m. — I am sitting in the bedroom, reading and eating chocolate.

3:04 p.m. — After his nap, he decides that we need to make more snowflakes, so we make one for Mommy, Daddy, Little Bun, and two smaller ones for the Stuffies:

3:46 p.m. — Little Bun wakes up and we snuggle together, and then we play in the bedroom together.

4:15 p.m. — He asks for Sesame Street and I feed him while we watch it,

5:32 p.m. — I make food for myself and then do all the dishes.

6:47 p.m. — I am powering through books, I am on my 3rd one today and I manage to read while he is watching Sesame Street, and then later, school with Daddy and playing with Daddy, then bedtime routine with Daddy.

8:38 p.m. — Time for bed after we read a few books.

Spent: $0

DAY FIVE

??:?? — I wake up tired. It’s early I know this. Little Bun is grumpy, and squeals, trying to get on top of me to “hug” me, but can’t make it because he isn’t really trying. This is going to be a rough morning.

5:13 a.m. — I snuggle with him in the hallway, tucking him underneath my sweater, while he sits on my lap and snuggles his head against mine. Just like last year, when he was 5, on the verge of turning 6. He loves cuddling in the hallway when it is early like this.

5:59 a.m. — Finally we get up. My bum is numb. I make some tea, and then I let him watch Preppy Kitchen video episodes of how to make cupcakes.

6:22 a.m. — Little Bun wants to show me some Cake Pop recipes on the iPad, but I tell him firmly he cannot use anything until he is done his activity pages. His face screws up and then he bursts into tears, sobbing: “You’re breaking my heart!“. Sigh. Ensue a temper tantrum. I hold him against my chest and explain it isn’t the iPad I am banning, or anything else, it is that he has to learn how to do his work FIRST and THEN play. He cannot act like this in life and even Mommy and Daddy work FIRST, THEN play.

6:50 a.m. — He wiggles on and off and doesn’t do any activity book pages, and decides to play with blocks on the floor until Daddy wakes up.

8:08 a.m. — I call my friend to chat, and put her on speaker so I can manage Little Bun with his activity book and talk to her at the same time. He is frustrating me this morning with his whining.

9:22 a.m. — I chat with my friend about everything – all sorts of topics from the state of the economy, the U.S., her life, my life, things we read or saw… I mention the memoir I read of Jessica Simpson that really felt raw and honest called Open Book. It was an Oprah’s Book Choice as well. I did not know much about her before, but I will say I have gained a greater appreciation and respect for her, after reading this.

9:38 a.m. — Little Bun is doing his activity book while I am on the call and does it just fine, with very little questions afterwards, though he was very confused about what a ‘grain’ was, and kept asking if Pita Bread was considered a “Meat or Meat Alternative”. I better start showing him photos and explaining the food we eat to classify them into categories so he learns it.

9:40 a.m. — We spend the morning making Christmas decorations for our tree (it’s cardboard… because we are eco-friendly and I am lazy).

9:58 a.m. — He is very excited making decorations and pretending the Babiest Stuffie is eating scraps of paper and the edges of all of the drawings. It’s super cute. “Look Mommy, Babiest Stuffie is SO HUNGRY he ate the paper!!”

10:34 a.m. — He spends the morning ripping up paper to feed Babiest Stuffie, making “om nom nom nom” noises for him, and pretending he’s still hungry. I lie down and finish reading an excellent Sherlock Holmes series variation…. it is FANTASTIC and such a liberated, fantastic view of how things could have been in the past (or should have). I am very excited for this feminist twist.

11:00 a.m. — We both have lunch.

11:34 a.m. — Then we have my partner’s fig bread. I don’t like figs much, and in bread, I am not keen on it but I eat it anyway.

12:41 p.m. — We are playing in the bedroom making Cake Pops for each other (they have funny faces and colours), and I mumble that I am dozing off for just 10 minutes (and I drop right off to sleep which shows you how sleep deprived I am). He runs out to the living room asking for more cake (that’s his goal, but like a mini politician he never comes out and asks for it, he just says: “Daddy I am HUNGRY!“. My partner gives in and slices off another piece for him even though he swore he wouldn’t feed him. LOL.. We both have soft spots for him.

1:13 p.m. — I order this light therapy lamp because my friend said it has really helped her during these months, and I figured I can’t lose anything at this point with some light. Worst case scenario, I have an extra lamp I can use. $50.99

1:21 p.m. — I make a cup of delicious Earl Grey, and then watch some episodes because I cannot read or think any more.

3:38 p.m. — Little Bun is still sleeping while I watch videos.

4:20 p.m. — He wakes up and after our “After Nap Hug” I realize that they came out with a second book from Wawawina comics (Little Bun LOVES their comics). I already have the first book – A Visual Hug 1 and I buy the second one immediately – A Visual Hug 2. $18.01

5:40 p.m. — I make dinner after feeding Little Bun and playing Escape Room with him.

7:13 p.m. — Everyone is on edge waiting for the results of the election, I don’t bother, I log off and while Little Bun plays on the iPad, I am reading like a fiend.

8:55 p.m. — Time for bed. It’s already super late but he napped, so he is wide awake and full of energy, but I wrap up my book and hustle him to bed.

Spent: $69

DAY SIX

??:?? — I wake up less tired. It isn’t so early today, I can tell.

6:00 a.m. — Yep, he ‘slept’ in. We cuddle in the hallway, he squeals like a baby and then snuggles underneath my sweater (I lift it up and pull it down over him, as if he is a baby being swaddled against my chest), and he closes his eyes and smiles. It’s so sweet, just like when he was a newborn, but way larger now and his legs are sticking out, with his tiny feet ensconced in socks. As they’re in socks, I sometimes tease that he’s secretly a Stuffie because of his feet looking like Stuffie feet.

6:37 a.m. — I finally get up (my bum is numb again), and make some tea, while he runs around and tells me about Elmo, and different jokes. I hug and kiss him, and he asks me random life questions which I answer, like: “Where does water come from”…. or makes statements I have to correct like: “Daddies are all taller than Mommies!”… (not true for all).

7:35 a.m. — My partner is up, making breakfast, and I go and lie down in the bedroom to read. These Sherlock Holmes’ variation series books are GRIPPING and such a great feminist slant to the mores of society in the past, I am loving, LOVING Charlotte Holmes. She sounds so modern.

8:14 a.m. — I keep reading as he plays in the bedroom (Escape Room), then I go and make an early lunch for myself and wash all the dishes.

9:41 a.m. — I drift off to sleep. I am so tired.

12:08 p.m. — I wake up with a start. I must have slept a lot, Little Bun gently pats me and asks: “Mommy, how long will you keep sleeping? I want to know when you’ll be able to play with me“. I sit up and rub my eyes and tell him I am ready to play with him before he has to nap.

12:19 p.m. — OH! IT’S CONFIRMED! BIDEN WON! I tell my partner, and he checks immediately. He was well over the 270 votes required, at the last count, showing at 284, so it’s a decent +14 over. Oooooooooo there’s going to be a rumble, I can feel it, but I can also feel the relief and the celebration exploding all over the world. I am normally not so into politics of another country, but this guy was truly.. wow. The things he said, the sheer privileged xenophobia in his words was more than I can bear from anyone purported to be the representative of a big nation. It’s disgusting. And I am disgusted at how close this race was. America is truly 50/50.

1:03 p.m. — Down for his nap, I log in to a rude comment about how I am trying to force extra ads on the site to make more money out of the blog and therefore am driving readers away. THIS IS NOT THE CASE. I have actually lowered the advertisements but they are changing so much because of the new European guidelines for ads (and California), that I am trial-and-erroring new plugins to comply with them.

It’s frustrating because I am not a coder and I cannot really understand enough to fix what goes wrong, I just have to try and install, uninstall, Google code fixes, try them out, revert them if they break my site… it’s frustrating that people resort to being so rude about it instead of all the other scores of kind people who email me instead with feedback.

I always respond, and I follow-up. If they tell me it’s fixed, or “it’s fine”, I am relieved and thank them for telling me.

2:38 p.m. — I logged in AGAIN and tried to see how I can get rid of more ads but I am already down to the bare minimum by Google’s standards. I’m frustrated because they don’t let me pick and choose the number of ads per site, they actually auto-insert them for me so I have no control, and I try my best to make it balanced.

3:00 p.m. — Little Bun raps on the door and squeals “YAY!!!!!!” and his father goes to him.

3:22 p.m. — He runs out and asks: WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO!? My answer is laundry. I have him fold all the laundry, and then put away all of the cloths.

4:11 p.m. — Little Bun plays with his father while I read my book (trying to quietly do it) in the bedroom. I have torn through all of the Charlotte Holmes’ stories and am waiting for the 5th book to be available – Murder on Cold Street.

6:20 p.m. — I warm up some food for myself and then do all the dishes.

6:48 p.m. — I go back to reading. Then Little Bun comes out, and I make up a fun activity – Let’s make a Christmas Tree for the Stuffies!

He really wanted a Tse Tse ornament so he drew it and I put it on:

And some Christmas stockings for them! I cut these out too.

8:39 p.m. — Little Bun “feeds” his Babiest Stuffie by ripping up pieces of paper. It is adorable. He makes the Stuffie pretend to “eat” the strip of paper, and then rips off what he ‘ate’ and puts it in a bowl.

8:41 p.m. — Time for bed.

Spent: $0

DAY SEVEN

??:?? — I see Little Bun wake up, sit there playing quietly by himself on the bed, and then crawl over to his father and throw himself on top, and snuggle/hug him while my partner rubs his back and hugs him. Then Little Bun squeals happily and crawls over to me for a snuggle hug, whispering: “Did I give you enough quiet time to sleep in, Mommy?” … OMG. My heart. This child…. and I whisper back: “Yes, thank you.” He didn’t, but I like encouraging sweet gestures like this.

7:27 a.m. — We both get up, he gets his milk, I make my tea, and then he has his breakfast with Daddy while I set up the bedroom to hang out in for the morning.

7:59 a.m. — Watching Elmo. This Elmo is just.. perfect. The newer seasons also have VERY CATCHY SONGS, and I find myself singing along to them.

8:10 a.m. — I go through my list of things to do for the blog and social media. It usually takes about an hour, for the bare minimum. Sometimes I spend even more time if things break, like if connections stop posting for some reason.. or trying to figure out WTF went wrong with the new changes Facebook rolled out. It’s a constant battle, and it frustrates me sometimes.

8:15 a.m. — We play in the closet after he says: WAIT A MOMENT! OR TWO! I will be right back … and he runs out and grabs the Stuffie Christmas Tree we made last night together and brings it in proudly to show the other Stuffie what we made.

11:40 a.m. — Time for lunch. We eat, and then Little Bun goes and plays Escape Room. Sometimes I help him figure out the puzzles, and other times I find it frustrating (one puzzle seems to be stuck and I cannot even tap on the circles).

1:17 p.m. — He’s down for his nap (he does seem tired), and I go to read my book, finishing it, and starting on another before my eyes glaze over and I know I have to leave before I fall asleep with an e-reader on my face.

3:44 p.m. — Wow he’s still out. He must have been tired.

4:08 p.m. — I watch some “Psych” to calm down…

5:25 p.m. — We have dinner (we like early dinners), and then we play Escape Room together, meaning I read my books while he plays it and asks for Walkthrough hints when he gets stuck and I cannot figure it out in 10 minutes.

5:45 p.m. — I want to do the dishes but my partner gets on a Skype call that I KNOW will last for a long time

7:40 p.m. — He’s off the phone finally, so I do all the dishes, then take a long hot shower while he plays with Little Bun.

8:27 p.m. — We get ready for bed after I ask him if he’d like to make more decorations – he’s really into making Christmas decorations this week, as I got him started on his Christmas tree for the Stuffies, etc.

9:10 p.m. — Time for bed.

Spent: $0

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