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Monday
The worst thing about April Fool’s Day, if you ask me, is not the possibility that one might get fooled, but the possibility that the whole day will pass by without you having come up with a single good prank to play on someone else.
That is to say: I fail – utterly – at performing a single April Fool’s on anyone in my life, which is most vexing.
I had originally thought that I would dump a load of salt into Brandin’s precious chocolate crème creamer (vom, even without the salt), but then realised that the container was almost totally full, meaning that filling it with salt would ruin it entirely and cause the whole thing to go in the bin (they’re about a fiver a pop so, you know, not as cheap as you’d think).
This realisation then sent me down a doom spiral of realising that I’m now old and boring and instead of taking the perfect opportunity to play a prank on my husband, I’m instead too concerned with waste and budget to bother. That, and the fact that I entirely forgot about my plan and only remembered when I woke up at 8am and he was long gone.
Waking at 8am was doubly annoying because Atlas now has occupational therapy at 9am every other Monday, so I had to get him dressed and out the door in record time and, let me tell you, he does not like to be rushed in the mornings. (Who does, I suppose?)
We make it on time, but only after we’ve sat down in the armchair in his room so he could nurse for 15 minutes while pointing out books I should be reading to him – he is not getting it, that reading in his room is for bedtime only, and seems to think that I will go through the whole five-books-in-this-specific-order rigmarole at any time of day!
After occupational therapy, we’re back in the car – minimal whining from Atlas, the dote, who usually objects massively to being put back in his car seat at any point – and I drop him to Robin’s for the rest of the day, so that I can get some work done.
I did contemplate keeping him home on Mondays, as dropping him in late always makes it feel like a waste, but if it’s only every other Monday and he gets there at 10.30am, it’s still six full hours where I can work or (heaven forbid) do a workout or go get groceries or whatever things I’d like to be doing of an afternoon that I can’t do because he’s napping.
I do get a pretty good amount of work done, and when Brandin and the boys get home we make pizza for dinner (fine, Brandin makes it) and then watch Wall-E for the 300th time before bed.
Daily total: $0
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