Week of Money: Where Little Bun makes me join the Among Us family

DAY ONE

9:44 a.m. — My partner makes a bread for the morning for us to eat. I am in love with it, with all the jam.

8:25 p.m. — We were watching a show where the little child in there tries to be perfect. I pause and I ask him to give the little boy advice on this perfectionism.

He pauses then tells me: You can only be the most perfect of yourself.

DAY TWO

11:20 a.m. — Someone tries in vain to call me, but then I realize my headphones are dead which is why nothing is working. I put them on charge, and then tell them to wait an hour.

In the meantime I message: Does this need to be a call? Is it necessary?

(Spoiler alert: EVERYTHING IS NOT NECESSARY AS A CALL, you could just message or email me).

Him: It would be easier

Me: Talk to you after lunch then. *shrug*

Him: *tells me what he wants in three sentences*

Me: OK, no problem.

THERE. NO CALL NEEDED.

Turns out.. we don’t need calls. I honestly eyeroll at this. I know being a Millennial basically means – do not call me, email or text me a million times – but this was just a stupid excuse to get on a call (?) for some reason. Why? So you can say you were on a call? So dumb.

I dislike stupid calls. I like calls where things are being shown or it is useful to have a bunch of people (5 people or less) to quickly hash things out.

5:56 p.m. — We play the Defective Little Bun Belly Pillow game. I basically sleep on his belly as he giggles (makes the stomach hard), and I tell him it is not soft and comfortable enough to sleep on. When he giggles or his stomach makes gurgling noises I pretend to ask for my money back because this pillow is DEFECTIVE!!! He is laughing so hard I can’t even keep my head on his stomach.

6:15 p.m. — I get roped into a game of chess. I crush him, and he starts tearing up and turning red with frustration when he sees I am beating him. I AM NOT GOOD AT ALL but he is unable to lose gracefully, still. We have to work on this.

DAY THREE

8:08 a.m. — I take him out on a metro trip downtown. We travel around, switch trains, and then come back. He is so excited, he loves going on the train and seeing the stations, the lights, learning directions of the metro train and so on. Then as I sit down, he stares at me and says:

5:12 p.m. — He creates his own metro map for the Stuffies, and then we spend the night getting on and off the station stops, with him calling out in French “Prochaine station!”…. He even managed to get his father involved (we swapped out), to be part of the Stuffie Train ride.

DAY FOUR

12:22 p.m. — These loafers are so cute. And orthopedic!! I think they look really nice and comfortable. I’d wear these in a heartbeat.

These look nice too:

2:15 p.m. — I mop the floor and it’s all wet. Little Bun makes a little sign to make sure we are ALL CLEAR on how dangerous it is while it dries.

DAY FIVE

8:08 a.m. — I take him out for the morning as a break, and he finds “mini Earths”, which is so cute. I basically just sit there, answer emails, work a little, and then watch him play and do WHATEVER HE WANTS. Chase leaves, chase squirrels, dig.. whatever.

11:15 a.m. — We head back for lunch and I ask him what he’d like, so he has a say in things. He answers Pasta, and that’s what we make. We have some bread on the side, and he ends up SOAKING IT in balsamic vinegar (ewww)…

3:30 p.m. — He makes a flan with his father, his first attempt (his father’s) at making one because we really want to see what it tastes like!

9:15 p.m. — At night, he tells me – Mommy? Please snuggle up beside me, I like having you close to me.

How can your heart not melt? I will cherish every night like this until he is too big to sleep beside me and want my presence.

DAY SIX

10:22 a.m. — We get to finally taste the famous flan!

Little Bun charges me $6.00 A SLICE. Pure robbery!

But his first attempt didn’t turn out so well. He said he didn’t cook the mixture enough to set it, and he should have listened to the recipe instead of assuming or shortening the time, to leave it in the oven.

DAY SEVEN

5:40 p.m. — Work was harrowing today. Like.. Wow. It is getting intense. I take a break to go hang with Little Bun even though I personally need time to decompress from today.

A lot of times I tell him – Mommy needs 15 minutes (or 30 minutes) to herself. Please let Mommy sit by herself, alone. And then she will come play with you, okay?

It is a lot to ask for a parent to be the one to work and then to also tend to your child’s emotional and other needs.

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