Y’all know if I got my hair done it’s an expensive week – but, in my defence, I did put the shampoo and conditioner back when I realised they were $38 apiece?!? I do not remember Davines being that expensive when I used to buy it from Aviary Lane in Dublin.
Anyway, the biggest mistake of my life, honestly, has been signing up for the Target Red credit card – although you can sub that out for any credit card – because I have (of course) been using it as an excuse to shop at Target, willy-nilly (much like I did when I first got my Walmart credit card, although the shine has truly gone off that now, a year on). So, y’know, consider yourselves forewarned.
Monday
Finn stayed with his Mum last night as William is starting zoo camp this morning, so he and I and Atlas are up with the larks to have breakfast and get out of the house by 7.45am as camp starts – outrageously – at 8.20am.
I grab a coffee en route, topping up my Starbucks card with $10.
Bea is supposed to be meeting us there with Beau, as he’s doing the camp with William this week, but she calls to let me know that Beau has had an allergic reaction and she’s taking him to the doctor, so they’ll be late.
Then she calls again – he’s having trouble breathing so she’s taking him to the ER, so he won’t make it today. William is very disappointed but rallies admirably.
Atlas, however, begins to lose his reason about 10 minutes into our wait to register, standing in the already oppressive heat of the midwestern morning, and by the time we’ve said goodbye to his brother and got back in the car, he is bawling crying and continues to bawl crying the whole way home, which is not relaxing.
I’ve to get petrol, too ($40.05), which is a slight reprieve as he laughs at me pulling faces at him as I fill the tank, but the crying resumes the minute the engine starts again and not even We Don’t Talk About Bruno will pull him out of his despair.
When we get home, we head out to the garden to admire my plants for a bit, and have some time on the swings, before going back in to play with stacking bricks and push a very loud cart around the living room, shouting, open-mouthed, the whole time. I try to read my book but, as you can imagine, it doesn’t go well.
He goes down for a nap around noon – we have our first speech therapy session this afternoon, at 3pm, so I try to put him down a little earlier than usual so that he’ll be up a little earlier, and not in his usual just-woke-up grump.
Brandin comes home to join us for this first speech therapy session, which is a lot of answering questions and filling out forms, and her getting an initial idea of where Atlas is at, and what his needs are.
Once she’s gone, Brandin goes to pick the boys up from their Mum’s and I make the much-loved pasta bake for dinner.
After dinner, I go on to Target and see some cute new T-shirts – a Van Halen T-shirt that’s a lovely orange colour, and a vest top with a pink Jurassic Park logo on it (ends up being so so so so cropped, and gets returned) and I buy them, along with a new nursing bra, a pair of checkered trousers (also returned) and, er, a $45 Stanley cup (also returned – who do I think I am?!?) ($117.48)
Once bath and bedtimes are done, we settle into our super romantic evening routine, where Brandin plays Zelda on the TV downstairs and I go upstairs and watch as many episodes as possible of Vanderpump Rules before I start to fall asleep.
Daily total: $167.53
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