Week of Money: Where I resist hard but end up buying a few things
??:?? — I wake up. Tired. We slept a good amount last night but I have this canker sore that is waking me up on occasion because it is so painful. I really hope it calms down soon.
??:?? — Little Bun tries bravely to pretend he is sleeping and wiggles around, on me, on my legs, on my chest, cuddling with me, not cuddling… he is trying to be quiet because he sees both of us still “sleeping”…
7:00 a.m. — We both slept about 10-ish hours last night, but really, I feel tired because I have a sleep debt it seems. I will not feel rested untilI can sleep solidly at night. Dang canker sore. If it isn’t Little Bun, it’s ME.
7:15 a.m. — I make a cup of tea, we eat my partner’s first attempts at croissants (not bad, very bread-y though).. and I log in to work.
8:08 a.m. — Oh, no calls today. They start again later this week.
8:33 a.m. — I order that Zara cape blazer. It really is cute. I’ll try it on at home with various outfits (and a romper?) and see whether it is something I’d wear, with shoulder bags, cross-body bags… that was my only thing holding me back — not being able to use shoulder bags with it, thinking it is only for hand-held bags. If I don’t like it, just return it. *shrug* $114.86
8:59 a.m. — I love this song by Imagine Dragons – Whatever it takes — I find them to be an excellent band with good melodies and rhythm. It has a bit of a rap in there but not anything that is just speaking or screaming. It has a nice beat. Lyrics are good too.
9:12 a.m. — I am talking to my partner about work stuff about how I need to CC two VPs to get a response from anyone in a timely manner, and Little Bun looks indignantly at me: I need to hear my commercials, Mommy! ... Oh, excuse me. (Too cute.)
11:50 a.m. — I head out to run errands and end up caught on a few conference calls.
12:03 p.m. — Time for lunch. I eat roasted duck with rice and beans.
12:43 p.m. — Little Bun finds more compound words and asks me if “ting” is a word (it isn’t), then I realize he is looking at the word “Setting” to see if it is a compound word.
5:56 p.m. — Little Bun forces me to quiz him on planets. “Forces”… as in squealing: MOMMY! PLANETS TIME!
6:45 a.m. — I take a nice warm shower. Little Bun, standing outside the door after my shower says: MOMMY! You feel SO much better now.
7:23 p.m. — Building snakes out of blankets. I take a huge blanket and roll it into a snake….
??:?? — I wake up after tossing and turning.
6:30 a.m. — I make a tea and then head into work.
7:00 a.m. — At work, I start … and don’t stop.
11:08 a.m. — Early lunch! I have an appointment for a massage to fix my back and shoulders.
11:30 a.m. — I go for my 30 minute massage, but did not think that the coconut oil would get so much in my hair (from my neck), so now my hair looks greasy even though I just washed it last night. $66.99
12:44 p.m. — Back to work. I picked up a snack at a bakery nearby, and leave a little piece of cake for my masseuse to try because she’s the best.
1:17 p.m. — Almost ready to leave. OMG. I am tired.
4:03 p.m. — Time to head home.
6:37 a.m. — I make some noodles. Little Bun refuses to eat… typical. He is just holding out for bananas, pears, rice pudding, and anything but actual food these days. I have to remind him that the GOOD germs like vegetables, and the BAD germs like treats. He looks torn. I told him a treat is fine once in a while but we really have to help our good germs be great germs!
8:10 a.m. — Bedtime. My partner is getting sick, just as I am. Not something strong, but we are all a little more tired and sniffly than usual.
6:00 a.m. — My partner announces very proudly in the morning as a joke..
Him: I think I have what you call a ‘man cold’.
Me: *side eye* But a man cold is a social construct. You have never had a man cold before until today. (Read: The ‘man flu’ is “real”)
Him: I am trying to learn the proper culture here! Hence why I am announcing I have a man cold. It sounded like such a good thing to experience based on what you told me.
Me: If you had a real man cold, you’d be in bed, whining, unable to move, sniffling, and not moving, half dying. You would not be taking care of Little Bun, you’d be unable to move and a pain in the #%(*#.
Him: Oh. Maybe we should hire a nanny for this man cold.
Me: You are sounding more like you have one already. I’m leaving for work. Bye bye.
7:19 a.m. — WORK WORK WORK. At least my outfit is really really cute today. I love this MM Lafleur Taylor dress (full review here)
8:08 a.m. — Break.
12:08 p.m. — Lunch. I head out to meet a friend.
12:51 p.m. — Back from lunch.
4:48 p.m. — I drop a friend off at his mother’s place to help her. It took me about 4X as long to drop him off as to come home, but I don’t mind. It’s nice to help people out.
5:04 p.m. — I get home and no mention of the ‘man cold’. He knows he doesn’t have one, or have it in him to have one. He heads out to run errands instead. LOL No one with a ‘man cold’ would be able to get dressed and leave the house that’s for sure.
6:03 p.m. — Ooo.. this is a very cute pullover, no? I love the glen plaid, and the funnel neck… It just went on sale, so I may try it on. $45 for it. It’s very soft and cosy inside.
8:16 p.m. — Time for bed.
Do not remember what happened. Was a blur.
6:00 a.m. — I wake up, get dressed and head into work.
8:08 a.m. — Nonstop all day. They decided to speed up a decision on something without informing anyone and the entire office is in an uproar, not having been prepared.
12:08 p.m. — Lunch! I go out and take a break to eat lots and lots of yummy seafood. My colleague pays because I got her a spot in the parking garage. $0
4:28 p.m. — I leave. Finally.
6:12 p.m. — I put in an order to try out all the different sizes of that cowl-neck plaid sweater above. Not all are staying, maybe only one if that. $202.64
8:33 p.m. — Time to go to sleep.
??:?? — I get up.
6:40 a.m. — I make some tea.
7:15 a.m. — I start on laundry, I sew up a cashmere cardigan that is still in good shape but getting a few holes, and do all the dishes.
10:33 a.m. — Chore time done. Wow. This takes a lot out of you, managing it all. My partner comes home and we have fresh bread with cheese.
12:15 p.m. — I head out for the afternoon. LOTS of returns. I can’t even list them but it is all stuff that we bought for the kitchen but arrived B-R-O-K-E-N. WTF.
4:20 p.m. — I very successfully return all the things I bought EXCEPT the striped shirt which I love from Sunday Best, and that white romper I bought instead of the culotte jumpsuit I would have had to hem.. -$680.70
The striped shirt is so thick and soft, I couldn’t say no.
And how cute is this? I can even wear it with moto boots! And a black leather jacket — I love this one from BlankNYC – Meant to be Moto vegan leather jacket.
5:56 p.m. — Home. Dinner. I play with Little Bun, and then try to get stuff done, and then we sleep.
8:12 p.m. — Bedtime.
6:40 a.m. — I wake up and make a cup of tea.
8:11 a.m. — I go and pick up a cup of Starbucks matcha.
10:01 a.m. — I head in and use my Anthropologie credit to buy a cute black purse on sale in vegan leather.
12:08 p.m. — Lunch.
A simple, linen striped dress that isn’t $500!? .. This better be amazing.
Love the colours, the blues… the mix of pinks and reds.
3:15 p.m. — I play with Little Bun and start to clean up all the apps on the iPad, getting rid of the easy ones and leaving the more complicated ones.
3:47 p.m. — I make him help me organize my beads. Finally. I should have gotten a bigger box though, my ‘beads’ are stones..
5:25 p.m. — Do all the dishes and start a load of laundry.
5:50 p.m. — I hem up a sweater, it has holes under the arms starting, but it isn’t so bad, so I am just going to fix the holes until it gets so bad that I really can’t use it any more.
6:34 p.m. — Laundry done, I throw it in the dryer, and hang up the rest.
7:38 p.m. — I am getting so many recommendations for places to try out and eat that I don’t know if I will be able to squeeze it all into one trip. We will have to go back again!
7:40 p.m. — I take a shower. Very tired.
8:11 p.m. — Time for bed.
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