The recent message ‘Swiggy is my Amma and Uber is my Appa’ is going rounds on the social media and whatsapp. The message criticizes the new age apps for spoiling the kids. It claims that because of these apps, the Gen Y kids don’t value …
We had the easy matar chawal that day. The following day we had lunch in office and back home hubby cooked curry and brought rotis from dhaba. For almost 10 days we had cereals and milk in breakfast and pulao, dal, random experimental curries with dhaba rotis or fancy food from some restaurant or sometimes just bread butter for dinner. We somehow managed for a fortnight and now the arrival of weekend gave shivers because we had to manage 3 meals instead of 1.
It rarely occurs to my husband that he needs to plan a surprise for me. Everytime he doesn’t have to take me out to shop for my birthday gift and that even he can shop for me. This is not limited to birthdays and anniversaries. It never occurs to him that the tea cup needs to be put in the sink and not on the kitchen slab. I keep waiting for the day, he will come up and offer his help wholeheartedly.
People never understand the importance of my work. Whenever friends and family make plans and I chose to opt out because of work, they exclaim -” We work full time and yet manage to make plans on weekends. You are working from home and should easily pull out time at your own whims and fancies.” They believe that my job is not a job but just means of keeping myself engaged.
The moment I saw those two lines on Prega News my life changed. For better or worse? I am yet to figure that out! 😛 But jokes apart, when I was pregnant, I always wanted my baby to come out soon and relieve me of …
I used to fantasize about a lot of things when we decided to plan a baby. The kind of room I would set up for him/her. The kind of nutritious, organic food I would give my baby. The kind of toys I would buy for …
Whenever I read about you or heard about you, I always wondered if such people really exist. How would it be to live with one? Never in my dreams did I know that of all the desires I had, god would address this futile curiosity of mine. Read on to know more about my experiences with an OCD.
I started potty training my son at the age of 11 months when he started sitting in a place for some time. I personally started with poop training. He made some peculiar facial expressions when he wanted to poop and I just rushed him to the potty seat. Gradually by 14 months of age, he was fully potty trained. He would tell me when he wanted to poop. I would say poop training was a breeze as compared to pee training that came with its own peculiar problems.
Post-delivery, when I got a sterilizer, I was criticized for being so fussy with the baby to even sterilize his spoons. When he turned 5 months old and was about to start crawling, my worries skyrocketed to the peak. I shared my apprehensions with my MIL and she promptly discarded them saying – “Don’t be overprotective of him. I don’t understand why parents these days don’t allow the caterpillar to crawl out of the cocoon. We grew up crawling in the kacha angan and we are more fit and healthy than your generation. Let him fight with the germs and gain resistance.” I acknowledge her thoughts but we must also appreciate the fact that most of our grannies used to stay in joint families, so there used to be more heads to supervise and take care of the baby 24×7 and hence, lesser chances of the baby hurting himself. Also back then, the bacteria were not as resistant as they are today because of the rampant use of antibiotics in crops and even medicines. Hence today, prevention is the best cure, especially for babies whose immune system is still not developed.
He did everything small and big so that I don’t miss my mom and home. From a simple ‘hello’ he knows what mood I am talking in. Without explicitly expressing he knows about my desires and does everything possible to fulfill them.