??:?? — I wake up tired. Little Bun is sick and not sleeping well. So we are all not sleeping well.
6:00 a.m. — I log in and start working – first meeting of the day.
8:19 a.m. — Next meeting. It is just never ending today. I have so much to do and these meetings are killing my productivity.
9:02 a.m. — I am annoyed with things happening but at least things are progressing which is better than being flat. Feels like Groundhog day sometimes.
10:30 a.m. — More meetings. Why does one of my colleagues always think I don’t understand what he is saying? It’s clear to me in my head.
11:08 a.m. — Lunch! I put cayenne pepper on my pizza and enjoy the spiciness. Once I wiped my mouth on a napkin and Little Bun did the same then started sobbing that his mouth was burning because he got a TINY bit of cayenne pepper and he didn’t enjoy it. To be fair, at his age, I didn’t enjoy spice either.
11:54 a.m. — Back to work.
1:13 p.m. — More meetings.
2:45 p.m. — I scarf down this chocolate bar and it was my favourite of all, with the pear very prominent and the Manuka honey really came through:
3:01 p.m. — I log off from work.
3:27 p.m. — I do the dishes
4:15 p.m. — Little Bun in the closet again, making a mess with scarves, rings and “hiding” spots for Mousie his little black stone “mouse” (it looks nothing like but he has imagination) that he nicknamed that plays in my closet and has adventures.
4:28 p.m. — Little Bun comes up with a great idea by mixing the stones together and it gives me inspiration:
5:16 p.m. — Mommy, the plastic in the oceans, is that like an unhealthy snack the oceans are eating, from all the stuff that gets dumped into the rivers?…. I nod. It’s a clear enough explanation. I explained how plastic from landfills get into the ground, and then sometimes with storms or weather or direct dumping, sweeps out into the rivers, which feed into oceans and that’s how fish get stuck with all of this plastic and crap, not to mention microplastics.
6:00 p.m. — I go to do dishes after dinner and I am hit with a wave of dizziness so I go and lie down instead, reading my book.
8:30 p.m. — We get ready for bed. I can’t really do much, I don’t feel well at all.
??:?? — Little Bun wakes up screaming something incoherent, and I shush him back to sleep.
??:?? — He sleeps another solid cycle (an hour?) or so.. hard to tell, no clocks.
6:46 a.m. — Yeah, he must have woken up at 6 with a nightmare of sorts, now we are “rested”, though I feel like rats danced on my eyeballs.
7:10 a.m. — I log in and work, then make a cup of tea. I don’t feel that great, so I make it a BIG cup of tea.
7:33 a.m. — I realize that I can self-clear my packages, and fall down a rabbit hole of how to do it, though it involves going to the CBSA office which is not prudent during a pandemic.
9:13 a.m. — Little Bun gets a bunch of mail – books and his newest magazine of Chickadee (a kid’s magazine), and he is thrilled. He gets comics to read.
10:49 a.m. — Little Bun “dresses” up the Stuffies with some paper cutout clothes I made for him:
12:08 p.m. — I eat lunch and then play with Little Bun on the bed where he pretends my knees are racing car controls and he says: VROOM VROOM (I am lying on my back, he’s sitting on my belly like I am race car).
1:01 p.m. — His nap time. Lies. He grabs his new books and runs into the bedroom to read so clearly he won’t be napping, but is reading instead.
3:01 p.m. — Up from his nap. I log off.
5:56 p.m. — I go on a spree basically and snap up a bunch of this Haitian-Italian designer’s works under the label Stella Jean and her name is Stella Jean Novarino as her given name, but she goes by Stella Jean, Jean being her mother’s birth last name and Novarino is her father’s name (he’s Italian).
She makes the most interesting, COOL and brightly coloured prints/looks that I am obsessed with at the moment. She uses local designers, pays women fair wages, and it is all … SO WONDERFUL. This is some of what her work looks like.
6:45 p.m. — That skirt is gorgeous but sold out, it talks to her Haitian heritage and if I could find it, I would buy it in a heartbeat but alas. Instead, I buy a skirt and a dress secondhand. $479.81
I thought it was radishes or turnips but it turns out to be a fruit print instead (?) I don’t buy it, but maybe it’s a fruit I do not know. Anyway, you all know my obsession with vegetable printed items, and this one jumped out at me on the page. I KNEW I HAD TO HAVE IT. I love everything about it. It’s not too Rainbow Brite either.
The other one I loved, was very much like that Haitian printed skirt but one with exaggerated pockets (great, I have no hips!), and is in a nice print of orange, yellow and purple with hints of green, which makes me so happy, with a cute tulip layered front.
6:45 p.m. — We read our new books, he goes through his Chickadee magazine and he tells me that he wants to make cookies as a science experiment. LOL.
7:08 p.m. — Time for schooling, and then we snuggle in bed and read books.
7:43 p.m. — Hmm. Another dress I wanted to buy got cancelled (?) and they can’t explain why, but in the end, I don’t want it as much as the other Stella Jean pieces, it was a Carven Paris map dress but the colours are pastel and not as vibrant or fun. All the better.
9:13 p.m. — Time for bed.
??:?? — I wake up tired. I just haven’t been sleeping. Little Bun having nightmares yes, but also I am waking up with anxiety and things on my mind. I try to think and brush them away but then I can’t go back to sleep, I keep making notes of other things in my head.
6:18 a.m. — I make a cup of tea.
7:00 a.m. — I log in and work.
7:45 a.m. — I am in meetings back to back, solid until noon. Starting now.
12:08 p.m. — I finally stop my meeting, I am rolling my eyes at my partner who looks at me and shakes his head. He can’t believe how meeting-happy they are here. I think everyone should be forced to do this during a meeting because I HATE MEETINGS, and I’d come out of it with major abs then maybe.
12:05 p.m. — I take a break before my next slew of meetings that go until SIX P.M. You know I am not working tomorrow after 10 a.m. This is too much.
12:28 p.m. — Back to meetings again. I managed to make a stand and got my manager to help cancel some of these ridiculous status update meetings. It’s a status update meeting on the status of the update of the status… those kinds of meetings drive me insane especially if they’re at 5 p.m. or 8 a.m.
3:16 p.m. — Little Bun is up, and we start working on his Stuffie Town and all about Stuffies “book”, with illustrated images and ideas of what Stuffies do.
4:25 p.m. — Last meeting of the day. I am DONE like a chicken in the oven.
4:40 p.m. — He tells me he made a To Do note that we needed to handwash Babiest Stuffie’s shirt because it’s dirty. I tell him I am not washing it, I am going to teach HIM how to wash it. I tell him it’s time he learns how to do these things.
I get him to wet it well.
Then use the soap to rub against the fabric to soap it up and then rinse off:
5:20 p.m. — Dinner time, he’s watching Paw Patrol and I am doing the dishes after, while I watch “The One” on Netflix about finding your soulmate with DNA matches – it’s more mystery/sci-fi/thriller and very well done.
7:18 p.m. — Schooling with Daddy.
8:23 p.m. — Bedtime. I am feeling very very tired lately.
??:?? — He wakes up screaming.
??:?? — More screaming.
6:18 a.m. — Is it the daylight savings change? I don’t know what it is…..
7:00 a.m. — I log in to work as I have early calls.
8:40 a.m. — He works on a Workbook page that asks for a simple recipe, and wrote EVERYTHING OUT ON HIS OWN without much help except to spell Microwave and Blender. He kept asking Daddy for the recipe and what to do which was nice:
11:15 a.m. — I get a break from work. I must have reheated this cup of tea at least three times:
1:08 p.m. — Down for his “Nap” I hear him reading and playing in the bedroom. I tip all the rest of these chocolate bits into my mouth and end up getting a chocolate dust shower on my face from the residual (I didn’t sweep it down properly to the corner)…
Then I refill it by breaking up the chocolate ahead of time with toasted coconut at the top, and then plain milk at the bottom:
3:15 p.m. — He’s up! We work more on his book, and we play Super Stuffie Airplanes (just the blocks are airplanes and we zoom all over the house for a short break in between my meetings).
4:30 p.m. — More meetings. It’s crazy.
6:30 p.m. — Now in the closet for some upcycling, I am getting ideas. On a whim, I bid on and buy these vintage salt and pepper shakers with the princess and frog kissing. It was $20 plus $15 shipping but I paid $0 as I used my Poshmark credits (Use code SHERRYISH for a $15 credit). $0
5:16 p.m. — Dinner time! Paw Patrol again (coming up on Season 6 but I have Octonauts lined up afterwards), and then I do dishes and laundry.
6:21 p.m. — I watch “The One” which is a very good show about what true love means, having “The One” and what it all entails.
6:44 p.m. — He’s wiping all the cutlery and folding towels to put away. I don’t even need to supervise either now, which is a big step for me, I just tell him to get towel from the dryer and he remembers to use the basket, close the door after and not leave the dryer door open either, then he folds it, and puts them all away in the drawer.
8:18 p.m. — We read books together, and then time for bed.
??:?? — More kicking and screaming.
6:10 a.m. — He manages his “restaurant” on SnapChat – I used to love games like this too so I get it.
7:09 a.m. — Work time.
7:48 a.m. — He sets up a “Restaurant” for the Stuffies too, each of those block groups are “meals” of sausage with salad, or cheese and salad.. every meal had cheese or sausage apparently.
Babiest Stuffie is very excited to eat and choose a meal from the menu!
He decides on Sausage + Cheese. That’s the meal:
Biggest Stuffie takes Salad and Cheese:
They made a mess which upset Little Bun (they “ate” the food and scattered the blocks), and then when Little Bun got a bit upset it was a mess, they apologized.
8:08 a.m. — We do workbook – he’s done all of his Grade 1-3 math test books except for the division portion because we are working on his multiplication, and then he’s also done his Summer Smart Grade 2-3 transition book, and now we are out of books. I am waiting for the order to arrive because I have nothing to give him.
8:45 a.m. — I do a bit of yoga to get back into it. Just about 5 minutes to start.
9:33 a.m. — I finished watching “The One” on Netflix lately and it is an interesting show that really talks about finding your soulmate and the philosophical questions that surround that, like if there is really only ONE person or if you can have multiples, etc.
10:28 a.m. — We bake off the new creations in the oven and Little Bun loves his ring that he made all by himself:
11:00 a.m. — I log off for the day. It has been a long week.
12:06 p.m. — Time for lunch.
12:31 p.m. — Little Bun and I talk about science experiments and I tell him I will do another great one tomorrow by taking small soap slivers and melting them to make a soap “gel”. He asks me to explain the scientific basis behind it and how it works and I know I have to google it.
1:20 p.m. — I am reading my books now while he naps, and eating chocolate.
2:50 p.m. — My migraines are back, and it isn’t until much later after I am lying down in bed with a pillow over my eyes that I realize it was because it was raining. Rain always triggers massive headaches.
1:31 p.m. — Little Bun creates a little adventure and a Trophy for the Stuffies at the end. We had to count colours and “hunt” for them such as: There is a RED block! A red box! A red book! …. and we had to count a whole bunch of red items based on the block they were given.
3:26 p.m. — I take a break.
4:50 p.m. — As he is eating his dinner, he bursts into tears. I am alarmed. What happened!?!? I go right up to him and kiss him, what’s wrong? He’s bawling. He tells me that he started thinking about daycare and how much fun it was, and how for Valentine’s Day, he made this great heart puppet with googly eyes, and that I made him throw it out (I think he is remembering INCORRECTLY because it was likely his FATHER who likes to scrap everything) in the garbage because Valentine’s Day was over. He started crying for this puppet, at least 2 years long gone into recycling, and he is crying his heart out. I finally appease him with fast talking and promising to help him make another much cooler one for him with the same wiggly arms and legs, and he stops his sobbing, all wet-faced and pink.
6:14 p.m. — I manage to stave him off with a new science experiment – making soap jelly. Basically taking slivers of soap, and melting it with hot water, and letting it gel into a slime to play with in the sink. Little Bun insisted on labelling it before, showing the soap slivers:
And the progress:
6:37 p.m. — More dishes, laundry, he goes and does all the folding and dryer stuff on his own, no supervision, same with the cutlery wiping though I heard a little grumbling about SO MANY SPOONS and I side-eyed him instead.
8:39 p.m. — Time for bed.
??:?? — I look over. I know it’s early, and I just watch Little Bun sleep. As if on cue because he knows I am watching him, he snuffle snorts like a baby rhino and flips over. It’s really cute. I just want to hug him and kiss him but I don’t want to wake him.
6:20 a.m. — I’m chipper. I’ve been awake for 30 minutes now, unable to sleep because of my headache but the fatigue has not set in to make me truly feel tired. I snuggle Little Bun and get his milk.
7:01 a.m. — The tea collection is growing! So far I think I only have three major staples: Earl Grey, Marco Polo and Vanilla, plus matcha green tea. 4 is all I need as it’s all I want to drink anyway. Wedding Imperial, Pleine Lune, and Covent Garden were misses for me.
8:08 a.m. — As he does his math, he tells me he found matching multiplication numbers, like how 3×4 is the same as 2×6, and he enjoys drawing lines between them as ‘ fact families ‘.
9:16 a.m. — I pick up multiplication flash cards for him anyway, during a meeting. It’s a game that you can play, and it will be fun for both of us, as we will BOTH learn our tables. I also add UNO to the cart because I want to play some fun card games with him. $8.92
10:34 a.m. — During the meeting, I am researching pillows for the floor that are sturdy and thick because I don’t have much padding and my bum is becoming numb when I sit down, so I need some help here. I end up honing in on these Zafu meditation pillows and pick up 2 – one for Little Bun & myself. I figured they’re neutral enough to be used in any room in the future, not just during this pandemic, but let’s say in my future home office, or whatever the case may be. $183.94
11:05 a.m. — We make that promised Valentine’s heart puppet replacement, and he loves it. It is now part of his puppet shows that he makes up in the bedroom when he plays by himself and creates stories, ideas, races with all of them (see Waddles the penguin in the background)?
12:08 p.m. — Lunch!
1:00 p.m. — Early meeting. It’s like 4 hours a day, at a minimum, up to 6. I noticed on my time sheet they’ve added a section for meetings, and I am filling in every single time I have meetings, which shocks me because I am seeing about 5 hours a day on average. When do they think I’ll get work done?
3:04 p.m. — Up from his nap, and during a less important call, we check on our stalactite experiment. I thought this would take a week, it’s looking like a few months with the way things are going. They should put a disclaimer that they should use glasses not needed by the family and to be patient for 3 months. The idea is the baking soda creeps up via the water and slowly drips to create stalactites. I mean it’s cool from the start, but it takes so long. See you in 3 months when this is done.
5:24 p.m. — Dishes, laundry, then I lie down because my migraine is really attacking my eyeballs and head.
6:40 p.m. — I lie there in bed as he reads to me, Magic Bag over my eyes to block out the light.
8:03 p.m. — Time for early bedtime.
??:?? — WHAT!? NO. He is awake but it is FOUR A.M. and he wants to get up and play.
4:10 a.m. — “NOPE. NOT DOING THIS. Back to sleep with you.”
7:29 a.m. — He broke my sleep but “slept” in anyway. I need this tea.
8:08 a.m. — Morning nonsense. Just doing banking, logging in, buying more stocks.
12:08 p.m. — He spends the morning “feeding” his Stuffie paper. He tears off a piece like this:
Then pretends the Stuffie eats the paper:
Please note the paper being shoved into the Stuffie’s mouth to eat:
4:51 p.m. — In the upcycling closet, Little Bun discovers static with two pieces of red thread sticking together, and made me take this picture of them hanging off each other:
5:25 p.m. — After dinner and Paw Patrol, we head into the closet to play again.
7:13 p.m. — We are playing in the closet for such a while. He loves making up games in here.
8:34 p.m. — Time for bed.
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