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These spending diaries are a way for me to be more cognizant of my spending. They’re also a peek into my daily life for those who care.
For those who are new, my style of “spending” is a little convoluted. I have two checking accounts. I keep the majority of my money in the secondary account, transferring $280 a week into the main account. But I charge everything to the card to maximize rewards. As charges accrue, I transfer money out of the main account into the secondary one. Then I make a weekly payment on my credit card.
A tad confusing, perhaps, but it works for me. Anyway, here’s how spending went this week:
I woke up feeling surprisingly peppy, given that the previous two days had been filled mainly with stress. I chatted more with the 26 year old and otherwise did my work and chilled.
Unfortunately, starting around noon, the fatigue hit — and by 2 p.m. it had hit hard. It felt like work to sit upright. A friend suggested I lie down, but I was afraid I’d fall asleep and miss the end of my shift at 3 p.m. So I just sucked it up.
After work I lay down on the bed and watched TV and… That was basically the rest of my day. I’d start to feel human again, then I’d get up to get more water (or a trip to the bathroom thanks to all of that water) and feel awful within a couple of minutes. Chronic fatigue is a blast, y’all.
I started getting ready for bed at 8:30 p.m. and was asleep around 9:15 p.m.
Total spent: $0
I felt better when I woke up, but I knew I’d have to monitor myself to see if things stayed okay. I was hoping to work out (well “hoping” is a strong word), so I wanted to believe that the previous day’s rest had done the trick.
I caught up on emails and did a little work on the blog, scheduling the next day’s spending diary and then working on a post.
The Netflix charge hit my card for $14.11.
Around 11 a.m. the ghosting dude texted me. This is the guy who ghosted when he said he was going to shower and head over, then messaged at 11 p.m. on a Sunday (aka obvious booty call) three weeks later to say he wanted to “rekindle this connection” then didn’t even read my reply texts, then three weeks later texted out of the blue trying to sext his way around an apology/explanation. Well, he did offer a feeble one, but kept trying to steer the conversation toward sex.
The last time we’d talked, I’d told him he had 20 minutes while I got ready for bed. And he launched into what was essentially a XXX novel starring us. I even interrupted him to say that wasn’t the approach I would take, I’d engage the woman in actual conversation, but hey what did I know? To which he hilariously replied that he only had 20 minutes, which wasn’t enough time. Uh… ‘kay.
This time, he said I hadn’t reached out, so he wanted to say hi. Also, he trusted our last conversation had left a good impression. Dude!
I said I wasn’t sure why he thought that because, if he reread our “conversation” — which mainly consisted of his detailing a lurid sexual encounter and my sporadically adding a neutral to snarky comment — I had made it pretty clear it was the wrong approach and I wasn’t into it.
I then went on to say that it seemed like he’d forgotten that I wanted a little light companionship, not just sex, and that he’d said nothing to indicate that he was any more reliable now than he was then. No shockingly, he didn’t respond.
Other than that, it was a little quiet during the day, especially since the 26 year old was trying to get some writing done — he does comedy writing and also copywriting — so he couldn’t chat that much.
I felt okay at workout time, so I did it. My body was not happy. My legs felt a little rubbery the rest of the day. Ugh.
After work, I went and got my beauty treatment ($40). I know this isn’t the smartest thing, but my therapist said I have to make sure that my being cautious doesn’t mean I live in fear. So since it’s a brief procedure, we both wear masks and she cleans between customers, I’ve resumed going as of a couple of months ago.
I came home, ate and watched TV until bedtime. I got in bed around 9:15 p.m., but a friend messaged, so I chatted until almost 10 and passed out right after I told her goodnight.
Total spent: $54.11
I woke up after 10 hours of sleep feeling pretty fabulous. So I set to cleaning. I wiped down the bathrooms’ sinks and counters, the mirror, the kitchen sink and the part of the kitchen counter that actually gets used. I took out the trash, cleaned the litterbox, ran the Roomba, started a load of dishes and one of laundry and poured some bleach into one of the toilets to lift stains. And I used Murphy’s Oil on the outside of the front door, which I do once a month because the desert is pretty harsh on wood.
Despite doing all that, I was still done (other than putting away the dishes and laundry) in 45 minutes. Living alone means things just don’t get that dirty.
I did some work on the blog and started chatting with a guy on the dating app. Still pretty sure I’m settled on the 26 year old, but there is one thing that gives me slight pause. So it doesn’t hurt to explore options.
Unfortunately, the 26 year old himself was busy for the weekend, so I’d told him I wouldn’t text too much so I didn’t interrupt. But sometimes I’m not great at half measures, so I decided to just leave him alone til Monday.
I fully intended on working out, but around 11 a.m. my legs started feeling shaky. I thought I might just need food, so I had a snack. But at 12:30 p.m. my legs had actually gotten worse. So I lay in the recliner and played on social media in the hopes that I could work out around 3 p.m.
At 2 p.m. I gave up and lay on the bed and watched TV. Within half an hour, I was somehow even more tired than when I started resting. Lovely.
I stayed lying on the bed until around 6:30 p.m. and finished In the Dark on Netflix. It’s actually very good show. The previews made it seem more shallow than it is.
I was hungry, and I hadn’t had spaghetti in a dog’s age. I had rested enough to be vertical long enough to do it, so I fussed with that and started watching Broadchurch.
The new guy I was talking to always works until 10 p.m. Since I try to be asleep by then, that clearly wasn’t going to work.
Around 8 p.m., I was walking back into the living room when — in a feat of non-dexterity that I couldn’t replicate if I tried — my hand bumped my eye at just the right angle and my contact fell out. Eek!
I looked around the floor, shook out my clothes and made sure the lens wasn’t stuck to me. Then I got down on my hands and knees with a flashlight. Still nothing. I shook out the sheet that was on the chair and the one over the puzzle table. Nope.
I looked in the recliner’s crevices. Then I went back to my hands and knees at like three different points. Oh and I checked my eye repeatedly, hoping that it’d just gotten knocked off center. Nope.
I was worried Josie would find and eat it. (It’s a hard lens, so even worse for her than a normal one.) Also, I was due for a new eye exam, so I was worried when I called in to order a replacement they’d insist I do a new test. I have vision coverage finally, and my old optometrist isn’t covered. So a new lens would mean calling insurance, finding out who’s covered, then trying to get an appointment ASAP. So I wasn’t sure when I’d be able to get a replacement, which I was very upset about.
But since the multitude of searches turned up nothing, I gave up and tried to accept that I was stuck in glasses for a while. That said, when I was on the floor with the flashlight, I saw a ton of particulates on the floor, which annoyed me. So I got the broom and swept the area, including under the recliners. When I went to pick up the dustpan, there was my contact!
I still have no idea where it fell and skittered off to, but I found it in the end so I really don’t care. I put it in to soak and will let a stream of conditioning solution run over each side for several second before putting it back in.
I called it a night at 9 p.m.
Total spent: $3.50
I got another 10 hours of sleep. I guess last week’s modem/Internet stress had hit me even harder than I’d thought.
I got Monday’s posted edited, polished and scheduled, but I was at it for almost four hours. I guess there were even more things wrong with the tax holiday than I thought.
By then it was a little past noon, so I started psyching myself up to work out. Which I did, though very unhappily. But it means that I hit my goal of three times in a week. I decided I’d take Monday as a rest day and shoot for four times the coming week.
I played around a bit on the dating app, watched Broadchurch and played on social media.
Around 7 p.m. I got an intro from a cute guy, so I matched with him. We ended up talking on the phone. Aaaand… I’ve now talked to a guy with a mild pregnancy fetish.
I told him I couldn’t have kids. First, he said maybe one would “stick” with him. Ugh. Then he said maybe we’d just pretend I was pregnant or trying to get pregnant. Given my history (for any newer readers, I’ve had five miscarriages), that probably would’ve stirred up some stuff for me.
Also he was a pharmacy tech, so while he had PPE, he saw a lot of people. Also also, 40 minutes in, he told me he was 260 lbs. I was polite as possible, but I said that body shape wasn’t really my type. He was understanding.
A new match had sent a reply message, so I messaged back and went back to watching TV and chatting/playing on social media until around 9 p.m.
I was in bed around 9:45 p.m. but I didn’t fall asleep until after 11. Ugh.
Total spent: $0
I was pretty tired when I woke up. I answered emails and the new match from the day before had sent a message after I went to bed. So I answered that before going back to bed to rest.
When I got up, there was a message from the 26 year old saying that he didn’t expect to not hear from me at all during the weekend.
We chatted a while in and around emails. I know the age difference should make it weird, but our talks flow really well. He’s intelligent and very funny. (He’s actually a comedian — he said he was supposed to have a 25-city tour this year before the pandemic hit, but of course now clubs are having fewer shows, so they’re only booking big names.)
Victoria’s Secret was having a sale, and I needed some undies. Well… “needed” in that I like stuff to match, and I didn’t have enough options in two colors. So it wasn’t necessary per se, but it makes me feel better. I think some of Tim’s literal OCD tendencies about matching rubbed off on me over the years. Sigh.
The undies were seven for $32, so I had to order a bra to hit the $50 free shipping threshold. This means I’ll have to do as quick a masked, in-store return of the extra item as is humanly possible. Between that and any undies that I don’t end up liking, I don’t have an end total. So I’m not counting the purchase in spending until that’s settled and I’ve paid off the store card.
I had really bad cramps and cravings all day — being a woman is super swell — so after work I went to Fry’s and picked up some snacks and the few groceries I needed. I spent $28.22.
One guy from the dating app messaged me back from something I sent this morning. I hate it when guys are so sporadic. It doesn’t exactly make them seem interested.
I came home and ate. I had bought far too many snacks. I stuffed the extra in the cupboard and hoped I’d forget they were there. (Spoiler alert: I did not.) I was chatting some more with the 26 year old, but he got busy around 5 p.m. and couldn’t really talk.
I did some dating app swiping out of boredom and matched with a few guys. One had a 99% profile match according to the app. Unfortunately, he’s about 25 miles away from me. It turns out we both hate driving, so we agreed it wasn’t a good fit.
I watched more Broadchurch and at 7 p.m. I dyed my hair to get rid of the gray roots. I took pics throughout the process because a friend is getting ready to dye her hair for the first time, so I did my best to give her a tutorial.
After that, I came back out to watch TV and checked my email. There was a Skechers sale at Shoes.com. The last time I bought replacements, I couldn’t find quite what I wanted, so I settled for okay shoes. Frankly, they’ve bothered me ever since. I wanted solid black, and they’re more gray with black in them.
I found a great solid black pair for $40 (Skechers retail for $60 to $70). But I hate to spend money when I have a perfectly good, similar item on hand. So it took me 40 minutes to convince myself that I have the money, and if the shoes made me self conscious (and yes, it’s silly but they do), it was okay to spend.
So I finally put the purchase through ($86.22 after tax). I don’t take amounts more than than $75 out of weekly spending, so this didn’t come out of the account but instead just went on the card.
Normally, I’d have used Mr. Rebates, which I prefer and which tends to have higher rates than Rakuten (nee Ebates). But the latter was having a crazy special and offering 20% cash back, so I used Rakuten and will get a nice chunk of change back.
I’ll find a shelter or a Buy Nothing group to give my current shoes to since they’ve got plenty of life in them and I don’t overly pronate or postnate so the wear patterns shouldn’t give anyone much trouble.
I finished the first season of Broadchurch and called it a night just before 9 p.m.
Total spent: $109.04 ($22.82 out of weekly funds)
I woke up already ready for the week to be over. Since I had to work that weekend, this was not a good sign.
I caught up on emails and tried to lie down but couldn’t sleep. I got up, caught back up on emails and chatted with a couple of friends and the 26 year old. Then I worked on Thursday’s post, which was better than I remembered it being. Always nice.
I left around 12:30 p.m. for an appointment with my psychiatrist. It went well since all of my meds seem to be working well. He sent in refills and had me schedule a visit in another three months. There was a $25 copay for the visit.
I came home and kept up on emails and texted with the 26 year old. I was planning on working out at 3 p.m. but when I left for my appointment I’d noticed my back was suddenly stiff. By 2 p.m. it was somehow worse. I pulled out a massaging mat that kneads my back and took some ibuprofen, but at 3 p.m. it was still pretty uncomfortable. So I decided it would be a very bad idea to push myself with a workout.
A friend who’s on a dating app is being sorely tempted by a hot guy with a ton of red flags. So I’d been messaging her throughout the day reminding her why it was a terrible idea, trying to get logic to break through hormones.
I watched more Broadchurch and used the massaging mat off and on. Plus I chatted with some people and otherwise didn’t do much of interest.
I started getting ready for bed at 9 p.m. and was asleep before 10 p.m. But I’d overused the massaging mat, so it hurt for a moment each time I rolled onto my back. Oops.
Total spent: $25
I got up and was still super sore from the massager that was supposed to help me get rid of a stiff/sore back. I’m a mess.
I took ibuprofen, got through emails and chatted with the 26 year old. I also checked in with my Twitter friend — the same one who’s sorely tempted by the guy. She’s having to keep an eye on the wildfires in her area. It doesn’t help that the Santa Ana winds are kicking up, so the fires could spread even more quickly.
My friend Leila also messaged to say her mom in southern Oregon is on evacuation alert for wildfires in that area.
The fact that so much of the country is on fire just feels like an apt metaphor at this point.
Despite the ibuprofen, straightening my back completely and moving my arms forward much at all was uncomfortable. Since the workout requires quite a bit of both, I had to skip again. Ugh.
So I kept messaging and also did a live chat with Victoria’s Secret customer support to see if there was any chance they’d apply my expired birthday reward from August to Sunday’s order. Alas, no. But it never hurts to ask.
I chatted off and on throughout the afternoon in between emails with two friends and the 26 year old.
After work, I had a therapy telesession. We discussed the dating-app guy awfulness, that the 26 year old seemed promising and my letting go a bit of worry about my Twitter friend.
My therapy usually has a $25 copay, but that’s suspended for telesessions. So the funds went into the Saved Savings account.
Other than that, I watched TV and did a little dating app swiping. While the 26 year old is still seeming like a good bet, my luck has been so bad that I’m not going to put all of my eggs in one basket just yet. So I talked a little with two different guys toward the end of the night.
I got in bed a little after 10 p.m. and fell asleep by 10:30 p.m.
Total spent: $25
Total spent: $216.65 ($130.43 out of weekly funds)
So overall spending was up this week — especially since the Victoria’s Secret amount isn’t included in the total — but actual money coming out of weekly funds is pretty low. So not the worst week in the world, especially since it’s not like I buy shoes or undies very often.
How did everyone else’s week go? Anyone else talked to a guy with a pregnancy fetish?