An extra hour of sleep. Late to work but not a stressed out day. First lunch at home during a work day. Early to bed and early to rise, as early as 3:30 AM.
Tuesday, January 02, 2018
Saturday, June 03, 2017
4 days and 3 nights in Goa... technically 3 days and 3 nights spent in a happy atmosphere.
Highlight of stay was a little birdie that thought the glass pane of my room window was a wooden bark and starts pecking at it at 6 AM. I don't mind morning wake up calls but not on vacation when I have nothing planned early and reached bed at 2 AM that same morning.
Having my best friend along during the trip was a blessing. Thank God for him deciding to be spontaneous. Worked for me since I was down with fever and the works on the day we reached and the next.
I didn't have to dig deep and make the impish me surface. Hope to have a longer break the next time I take one with more friends in tow. Maybe an only friends trip should work out.
Friday, April 14, 2017
Some times wish had the magical skills from the Harry Potter series. At least when in danger of physical harm here, could turn myself into a tiger.
Nope, not a cow. That would give the word cow a more negative context. But then what do we educated intellectual masses know. We blindly follow our leader.
And yes waiting to see some Major festivals in India turn into some 'celebrated' day because why should only a certain religion have all the fun.
Friday, February 03, 2017
Jan 2017 has gone when I blinked.
Actually 2016 seems to have continued into this year. Some more hospital stuff. Honing the art of juggling. Cooking almost non-existent at this time of year.
Finals at school will soon come. CBSE having a change of curriculum structure. Not sure what the final outcome would be.
Heading towards a burnout. The hope of a break in May is what keeps me going.
Monday, January 02, 2017
Saturday, December 31, 2016
I may not be the happiest mother right now because I believe I don't spend enough time with my children. I resent being a working mom, not a working woman. No a woman can't have it all unless she has some help.
As I vented out to an ex-principal of a kindergarten school, she gave me a better perspective. One which made me realise that though I was working I still was a part of my children's lives and I wasn't as disconnected from them as I thought.
The guilt and resentment is now just a quiet discontentment. Someday I will be able to look back on this period with a much better perspective. Until then happy to see my children growing up in little ways into better human beings.