??:?? — I wake up with Little Bun snuggling into my side, breathing into my ear. I lean over, drape an arm over him and kiss him.
6:40 a.m. — Little Bun tells me to look at something on the iPad, and as I am looking at something on the iPad, Little Bun out of the blue says: Do you have anxiety, Mommy? You’re using a lot of devices lately. Surprised, I look at him and say – you asked me to look at the iPad!.. He looks at me and says sheepishly: Oh yeah. I love that he is so aware of of what escapes we use when we are anxious, so this is very sweet for me.
7:11 a.m. — I see a sale and pick up a whole bunch of items from Knix because they are my newfound love. I test ran a couple of their items, like their period underwear (the super leakproof dream short), and LuxeLift pullover bras, as well as their underwear. It is all soft, very little hardware to pinch into your body and so on. I will say to size up at least one size, or if not two sizes. It is pretty form-fitting and tight, so if you don’t to feel like a sausage, size up if you are not sure. Referral link here for Knix to get $15 off your purchase. $310.90
8:47 a.m. — I organize my thoughts into little post-its so I do not forget to do everything for work.
9:20 a.m. — I work on documents while watching “The Making of The Queen’s Gambit”, one of the most fantastic TV series I have ever watched. Storyline, cinematically, stylistically… fashion-wise.. it nailed it for me.
11:55 a.m. — I break for lunch.
12:28 p.m. — Back to work. All meetings all day.
4:56 p.m. — I log off for the day.
5:03 p.m. — I head out for a quick hour or two to refresh. I am so impressed with this tinted All Good Sunbutter SPF 50, that is in a recyclable tin. It disappears into my skin even better than my own makeup, I have never had this ever happen to me in my life. I completely cover my face in it, and it is fantastic. It even acts like a makeup/skin evener for me.
7:05 p.m. — Back home, I have dinner, do dishes. Clean up. I am really tired. It has been a long day.
7:26 p.m. — I play a game with Little Bun and my partner by giving them a list of animals and asking them to rank it in the order of which animal they’d get rid of first.
Little Bun says he would get rid of the lion first and that “people should be nicer to lions, and he doesn’t want to remove them from the list, but they seem to be a lot of work to keep happy“.
He chooses the Monkey to go next because they would “cause trouble and swing on things and I would clean everything up!”
Thirdly, the horse goes. He is afraid he will forget how to care for the horse.
Next, the cow goes because “their milk is harder to digest than the goat milk I drink, and cows make tasty hamburgers” Not sure about the last part as I am not invested in having a cow as a pet LOL!
Lastly, he said he’d keep the lamb because “people have kept lambs for thousands of years, we could trade the lamb fur, and cows have no fur, so they have to go. I would rather be able to sell their fur!”
So apparently the animal you choose to keep, says a lot about what you choose in life, here are the answers:
- Lion = Pride
- Cow = Career
- Horse = Family
- Lamb = Love
- Monkey = Baby
It’s just a silly game of what each animal ‘represents’. My partner for the record, ended up keeping the Monkey because it was the most like us, and he felt like he would have the best companionship with one.
9:22 p.m. — We are already in bed, reading and talking.
??:?? — He wakes up as I go to the bathroom, sitting up in bed, blinking and saying: Mommy? Mommy?… as I come back in. I tell him I just went to the bathroom, and he smiles in the dark (I can feel him smiling), and snuggles up against my arm.
6:44 a.m. — We aren’t going back to sleep for certain. We wake up and have milk and quiet time together, chatting. He likes to repeat funny comics he read, things he learned, “DID YOU KNOW MOMMY” facts, and is basically a non-stop chatterbox. Sometimes my head hurts and I need quiet time to think, but with him, it’s endless.
Instead, I set him on a math problem of comparing what is the “best value”, and how to figure out cost per gram for something. I give him the example of X number of points for $5 or $10, and which one is cheaper (how to figure it out), and then I ask him if he would rather have cash or a gift card to let’s say Amazon or Wal-mart, and to explain why. I resist giving him the answer I want him to have (take cash if it is still the same value), and he ends up getting to the end result after I prod him with: “Why would you choose cash? Please explain.”
I feel like this is the beginning of financial literacy – how to compare a good deal between items and why one is better deal or not. I tell him this counts as a single math page, so he eagerly colours the block off on his list.
8:20 a.m. — Little Bun tries to make an angry face but I keep saying: AWWW HOW CUTE. He makes angrier, supposedly ugly faces, baring his teeth and I just keep taking pictures of him and cooing over them at how cute he looks. He looks at me, frustrated and says: HOW CAN I BE LESS CUTE THEN? …I gasp. I tell him he can never be less cute! He’s the cutest cutie pie I know, which of course, sets him off…
9:16 a.m. — Calls all morning. I wish people would just message me instead of trying to call me. I hate being on the phone. I am a true Millennial!!
11:30 a.m. — Early lunch, and I head out for a little.
12:50 p.m. — Back home, and I log into my call.
4:28 p.m. — Logged off for the day, I go and lie down to read a little. I can’t even be left alone 10 minutes, Little Bun wanders in, and just sits beside me, playing. He physically needs to be near me. He doesn’t want to be alone.
5:12 p.m. — Dinner, laundry.
7:40 p.m. — I look at Little Bun fondly and say: “Baby if I didn’t have you, what would I do!?” … He tells me: “Well yeah, you’d have to be wiping all the cutlery and folding all the towels by yourself.” I laugh and tell him that it is NOT the only reason I adore him to bits.
8:23 p.m. — I pick up a few beautiful pairs of earrings online from a local Montreal designer – This Ilk. $223.75
??:?? — Little Bun snuggles into my side and kisses me. He knows I love it when he sleeps on my chest or belly because it reminds me of when he was a baby and would do that.
6:33 a.m. — We’re up, I am working. We check on the basil plants before I get a call. They are doing well for winter! We are eating less leaves to give them a chance to grow.
7:09 a.m. — I have a very early call all morning.. it’s non-stop.
10:28 a.m. — I head out for the morning to find my snow pants. I need a pair to play in the snow with Little Bun and I have never owned a pair in my life. I finally find a pair with suspenders on sale. I am SO HAPPY I did not try to buy them sight unseen, unworn online because the sizing is so wildly off. I had to take a Large in one, and a Medium in another, and I would have thought I needed a Small! I would have wasted money for sure, doing this. $72.72
12:00 p.m. — Back home, on calls.
5:27 p.m. — I log off for the day, after answering all my emails.
8:03 p.m. — Time for dinner, then laundry. I try to organize my second room. Little Bun begs me to watch more Colossal Cranium.
??:?? — I wake up and snuggle Little Bun, watching him breathe and snort like a small hippo.
7:18 a.m. — We watch the sunrise burst into a rainbow in the sky and appreciate it together.
7:22 a.m. — I have a quick yoghurt breakfast with some tea, and it is nonstop calls.
8:08 a.m. — I take a break to try out this amazing Bissell Steam Shot cleaner. $36.22
Anyway, it is a game changer, this Bissell Steam Shot. I am such an adult I cannot wait to do my entire shower floor and this time, be confident it is working.
12:08 p.m. — We head out for a short period of time during the day (I love working from home!) Little bun tells me jokes in the car, nonstop. Not even 10 minutes of silence. Constant chatter like a chipmunk.
New Little Bun gem: Mommy. I hate beeps because of the noise pollution.
(referring to construction trucks we were passing that make beeping noises when they back up to warn people)
1:03 p.m. — Home and on calls. Little Bun is down for a nap already.
4:56 p.m. — I log off for the day.
5:25 p.m. — Dinner, dishes, yawn. Boring.
7:44 p.m. — He asks me to do some math, and we end up doing mixed fraction denominator addition. He multiplies out the denominators, then numerators with a common factor, then adds everything up and divides it down to the smallest fraction if possible. It takes him a good 20 minutes and at the end, he nailed it, and was so proud of himself.
8:51 p.m. — Bedtime.
??:?? — We wake up snuggling, then head into the living room.
6:00 a.m. — I play for him a 3400-year old song on the piano – it sounds very cool.
7:19 a.m. — Little Bun spends the morning with me coming up with words for the Scrabble board.
8:00 a.m. — I log into calls.
11:15 a.m. — Time for lunch.
12:28 p.m. — Back on calls.
4:20 p.m. — I log off for the day.
4:27 p.m. — Little Bun cuts out little papers for me to show me which are his two favourite subjects of all.
Mommy please note the following: “Math is my favourite subject”, he proclaims, and “Science is my second favourite subject” (the writing curves around to the top, you have to read it upside down). I ask him why, and he tells me math is fun like you can figure out puzzles with it. And that science is fun because there are experiments!
6:55 p.m. — Laundry, dishes, and cutlery. Then it’s just an evening of me doing nonsense – reading, watching a movie (Shrek) with Little Bun, playing games, snuggling
??:?? — Neighbour stomps around in her heels upstairs, and Little Bun wakes up and wails: “Is she looking out for intruders who have come into the room!?”
7:20 a.m. — WHY would you wear heels inside, then inside a CONDO and click clack around all morning? Wear your shoes before you leave the house!!!!! ARRRG. ON A WEEKEND.
8:15 a.m. — I order two sets of Apple Airpods 3. I tried on the Apple Max headphones and they were SO HEAVY, like I had a book on my head, so I scrapped those $800 headphones from my list, and bought two sets of these instead. $549.58
12:08 p.m. — Lunch, and then I play with Little Bun, this app Think Rolls, which he loves and is very cool to teach kids about setting up games, logic, etc.
12:28 p.m. — Down for his nap, I go out to my appointment.
1:54 p.m. — I am in line waiting, and she points at my phone and says: this is the wrong day. I almost cry… I had been waiting for 30 minutes, sweating under my mask. I sigh. Then I eat my feelings with a piece of cake.
4:11 p.m. — At home, I watch more of the Jackie Collins documentary – Lady Boss – she is impressive. I now want to read her books. Maybe watch the movie based on her books (?)
6:30 p.m. — We have another Puppet Showdown Tournament race where they race each other in groups across an obstacle course he created. He uses the spatula from his toy BBQ as the arrow that knocks them off course, and the box that becomes a “Monster Box” to eat any puppets lingering nearby.
8:46 p.m. — Time for bed.
??:?? — I wake up to a Snuggly Bun. I always check in with him if he still wants to sleep with us, or if he is ready for his own bed, just to give him a choice / chance. He never wants to sleep on his own. And I know he’s getting older, but now I am getting used to it, and I love seeing him before bed and in the morning. We chitchat like chipmunks, just Mommy and Little Bun to start and end the day.
8:1120 a.m. — Little Bun, my partner and I head out to the park, play some soccer and he comes back with his eyes shining: “This is the best field trip day EVER!” – He really likes to play at the park and hang out. We need to do more outings of what HE likes so that it is for him, and less for us.
11:10 a.m. — I hear a scream in the bedroom and panicked crying, and I run to him. He tripped and smashed his forehead on the table and bruised his gums as well. I hug him tight to me, check for anything broken and ask where the pain is, and I apologize to him, and start rubbing the bruise REALLY HARD to stop it from going super purple.
He’s howling and screaming but I keep at it to keep the blood flowing as to not congregate at the spot, and I tell him it hurts like hell but it will work. They say it doesn’t seem to work, but the proof is in the pudding because 3 days later, his swelling on his forehead leaves no dark purple mark at all. And he smashed his head HARD. It swelled up like crazy.
I also carefully wiggle all the teeth to make sure none of them were dislodged in the fall. I lament this massive golf ball sized bump forming on his head.
11:25 a.m. — We have lunch.
1:01 p.m. — Down for his nap and I am talking to my bestie on the phone, catching up on everything.
3:25 p.m. — We are trying to have a conversation in the living room together, and he squeals at us: EVERYONE IS TOO LOUD. WHY IS IT SO LOUD HERE. I tell him we are just talking!! I am alarmed but it is also because of me. I am equally as annoyed by noise, and he is picking up this habit for quiet moments. I tell him if he wants quiet time, he can go to the bedroom by himself like I do, and just remove yourself from the area.
He runs to the bedroom, making a feral noise like some angry raccoon.
I gave birth to this!?!? *sigh*
4:15 p.m. — I gave him a wide berth of time to calm down, and then I go in there and talk to him about why he got angry. I tell him to remove himself from the room the way that I do. He nods, and we talk it out.
6:20 p.m. — We have a delicious meal of duck confit, homemade bread, avocado and salad with A LOT of balsamic dressing (it is Little Bun’s favourite).
8:57 p.m. — Time for bed. I am exhausted from daylight savings switching.
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