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Week of Money: Where we are in love with our new Brock Magicscope Microscope


7:30 a.m. — I log in and start working.

8:08 a.m. — Little Bun works on a math problem, and then wanders into the living room to me and says: Mommy, if there weren’t enough pizza slices, I’d just cut the same pizza into more slices so that people would be able to eat as well!

Such a sweet child. He comes periodically to hang out and make a physical / visual connection that I am there and in the home while he is in another room. If he could put a hand on me while he worked, he would.

2:51 p.m. — Up from his nap, he bounces out of the bedroom and says he had a great idea: “We could grow chives in water! That’s what they do in greenhouses!” I tell him we could.

5:12 p.m. — Little Bun is playing on an app and out of the blue asks:

Little Bun: How come the Snapchat only works for me?
Me: I don’t know.
Little Bun: I think it’s because I’m so cute. I’m a cutie patootie.
Me: You absolutely are.

6:24 p.m. — He is in love with my new Kindle. I don’t even get to use it any more!

8:54 p.m. — Bedtime routine, and then we go to bed.

Spent: $0


??:?? — Little Bun whispers to me: Mommy the sun is already up

I mumble back: Okay but mommies are not…

5:30 a.m. — I am dragging today. This is too early. As he eats his yoghurt he eyes me and says: I GUESS I wake up way quicker than you do Mommy! Wow. It takes you so long to wake up. You’re still struggling to wake up but I am WIIIIIIIIDE AWAKE

Me: I am aware of it. *closed eyes* *breathing* *lies down on the carpet*

6:15 a.m. — I finally come to, and do some slow yoga to wake up. Then I log in and work.

12:15 p.m. — Oh this surprises no one at all:

5:12 p.m. — During kitchen cleanup, Little Bun asks me: “Where’s Children’s day? There’s Mommy Day. Daddy Day. Children’s day is when?”… and so together, my partner and I decide to make July Children’s Day for him. He’s particularly excited because he knows all celebrations = CAKE. Lots of cake.

6:47 p.m. — As we are preparing to eat cake, Little Bun tells me: Oh I wiped all the cutlery Mommy. I got you a fork so you don’t need one for the cake! Look!

Then he pretends to “bend” a fork, an illusion he learned on YouTube, weeks ago before we confiscated it.

7:16 p.m. — As I am cleaning up, he describes the shadows on the wall, saying things like: “A rocket ship! Who took a bite out of the side?

8:54 p.m. — Bedtime routine, and then we go to bed.

Spent: $0


7:30 a.m. — I log in and start working. Workmen coming today, so we move him to the second bedroom to do his workbook. He grabs all of his Stuffies and toys and says worriedly: “Are we moving the whole bed too?” He remembers when we moved to the second bedroom while my partner painted and fixed the first bedroom we sleep in. I tell him it’s only temporary for the morning so he isn’t disturbing / being disturbed by the workmen.

12:22 p.m. — Lunch time.

1:01 p.m. — Down for his Quiet Time / Nap.

2:51 p.m. — He comes out, rubbing his eyes and says “I need mommy time.” Which is something I told him to say when he wants attention and playing together, because he feels like he needs it. This for us, means reading, or upcycling together or playing, or watching a movie. I tell him I will log off early and we will have Mommy Time.

3:40 p.m. — We have Mommy Time.

6:25 p.m. — He gasps: Did you do your yoga today, Mommy? I wanted you to get your green dot! (The app I use – Asana Rebel – gives you a green dot to collect to track the days you have been consistently doing yoga. I am forcing myself to do at least 5 minutes a day, and then freestyle yoga afterwards when I listen to music, to add on to it). I tell him I most certainly did, and he sighs in relief “OH GOOD” he tells me.

8:54 p.m. — Bedtime routine, and then we go to bed.

Spent: $0


7:30 a.m. — I log in and start working.

12:57 p.m. — Down for his Quiet Time / Nap.

2:51 p.m. — Up from his nap, he bounces out of the bedroom. We head out for the afternoon with our snacks for our picnic during the week, as a break.

3:40 p.m. — Little Bun whispers to me: Mommy, the guy was watching me and Daddy eat our burritos.

Me: Maybe he wants some.

Little Bun: Maybe. He should. They’re delicious.

4:10 p.m. — We play around in the park, running and chasing each other. I like to show him plants and so on.

We try our our Magiscope again. This thing is a technical marvel. This is so easy and wonderful to use:

And we found a dead tree insect, and put it underneath the scope. It is iridescent and INCREDIBLE. I am in awe.

4:25 p.m. — On the way home he tells me: You could be a singer Mommy!!! Your voice is so beautiful!! I cannot even tell who is the singer here!

I cannot believe how sweet this child is. I thank him, and tell him I appreciate it.

8:54 p.m. — Bedtime routine, and then we go to bed.

Spent: $0


7:50 a.m. — I log in and start working. I am a bit frustrated and Little Bun hears me huff in the living room. He comes running out instantly, and tells me solemnly: “Hugs and snuggles help calm people down“… and he raises up his hands and hugs me tight, snuggling his face into my body, to help me calm down.

I tell him thank you. And then I gently tell him that with ANYONE ELSE but Daddy, Mommy and close relatives, to not forget to ask if it is okay to hug or snuggle someone. Sometimes people may not want one, just the way sometimes you don’t want one from me, right?

He nods. “OH RIGHT. Yes.

I am more afraid he will randomly attack-hug strangers or try to climb onto their laps to snuggle them to make them feel better.

12:22 p.m. — Lunch time. We have two pieces of bacon left, and he gives me the larger one, announcing: “Mommy. I’m giving you the bigger piece to show you how much I love you.” I accept it, kiss him and tell him I appreciate it, and thank you.

12:55 p.m. — Down for his Quiet Time / Nap.

5:12 p.m. — Dinner, dishes and laundry. Little Bun is wiping down cutlery.

8:54 p.m. — Bedtime routine, and then we go to bed.

Spent: $0


7:50 a.m. — I have been reading and alerted to the idea of gut health and bacteria, where you have to eat 30 different fruits or vegetables…Curious, I have been keeping track of what I have eaten and so far, it is almost 30, but it is hard!

  1. Zucchini
  2. Quinoa
  3. Rice
  4. Peppers
  5. Mixed greens
  6. Arugula
  7. Cilantro
  8. Kale
  9. Cherry tomatoes
  10. Avocado
  11. Carrots
  12. Walnuts
  13. Sesame seeds
  14. Cabbage
  15. Onions
  16. Garlic
  17. Chickpeas
  18. Iceberg
  19. Apple
  20. Potatoes
  21. Radish
  22. Oats
  23. Almonds
  24. Rosemary

What counts? I have to research more into it, but really, I like how it is making me think of eating more diverse vegetables and foods, to micropack greens, herbs and so on into my diet.

5:12 p.m. — Little Bun is really into “babies”. He has just commandeered a new pillow, placed his old night shirt over it, and named her “Emma”. Yes. It’s a her. She is a baby. She wears diapers, and he changes it, puts cream on her bum and puts her cloth diaper back on, then gives her milk.

8:54 p.m. — Bedtime routine, and then we go to bed. Emma now has to sleep beside me in bed and Little Bun snuggles beside her, arm over her soft body.

Spent: $0


7:50 a.m. — I am watching Hoarders in the background as I clean up my financial transactions and items. It is incredible, the trauma they have gone through to reach this point. I can see that therapy is needed greatly, but apparently 10% of people suffer from this, they think. To some degree anyway, as my parents are also Mild Hoarders.

8:07 a.m. — We spend the day, going through my closet, and removing items to store in buckets that do not fit me. I cannot look at them, and am frustrated trying to zip up things that do not fit right now.

I do not want to feel sad like this that I am an inch or so off fitting back into my jeans again, so I put them aside and will revisit in a year, next summer.

I have also started cutting back on the amount I eat, even though it is comforting, I do not need 100% of the food, just half is enough as I am sedentary, and trying to increase my exercise by taking Little Bun out and such.

I do not think or feel fat, I am just a little heavier from .. understandably, being inside for so long. I miss walking, working out, exercising, and I am working on it, knowing that this will never “end”, and trying to live in this new normal.

Anyway. Put everything in two big garbage bins for now, folded neatly, and trying to remove things I cannot or won’t wear for now (like a lot of workwear).

5:12 p.m. — Dinner, dishes and laundry. Little Bun is wiping down cutlery.

8:54 p.m. — Bedtime routine, and then we go to bed.

Spent: $0


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