At some level I keep fighting motherhood. Take this blog, for instance: I have steadfastly refused to let Sunny Days morph into a mommy blog. To that end I don't post as many photos as you'd like (ok, also because I'm lazy) and I do not put up a baby age ticker. I do not write as much about a certain Bhablet as I would like to. Because you see, to me this blog is a reminder that he is only a part of my life. Even when he has grabbed up the lion's share, it is only a share.
And now my baby is eleven months old, and his birthday is 25 short days away. Was it only a year ago that I grumbled through the nights and made V's life miserable and waited and wondered what Fudge would turn out to be like?
Tharini's latest post made me think about my day. It has had its storms and I was about to go to bed feeling dissatisfied with life. But she just made me realise I've had a pretty perfect sort of day myself.
I woke up not too late. I missed the maid so she obviously left odd jobs undone, but nothing drastic. Managed to feed and bathe Rahul at a decent hour and yet go and see our 'new' flat. We hope to move in a couple of weeks. Once he was packed off for the morning I started my cooking. I made rice, for him and for us; dal; methi chicken. In between I chatted on the phone with Dana for a good half hour -- a rare luxury. I did the laundry, sorted out the dried clothes, sent some out for ironing. Dealt with salesmen. Cleaned up the kitchen, the living-room. Had a bath. Entertained Anupam.
V woke up and fed R. Anupam and I had our lunches in the meantime. Trouble occurred afterwards as V had a headache and R was being troublesome. I have started potty-training in the initial stages and he still makes a fuss over having to sit on his little 'throne'. It led to a nasty flare-up between V and I, and he was not talking to me when R and I left for my Calcutta Walks trip.
Anupam reached our rendezvous late.
But the day was perfect because:
1. We finally went and okayed the flat and figured out what we need there.
2. I cooked and fed my family (and Anupam who was there till lunchtime) and all the dishes turned out well (thanks be!)
3. V and I made up within twenty minutes of our departure (The Bhablet's and mine, I mean) from home. Which is not as common as it should be.
4. The walk went well. It was short but we found a couple of interesting places and spent our time fruitfully.
So yeah, home duties done, R cared for (but I'm never taking him for another walk, too much weight to lug around) and things smooth between V and I. Work gone well.
And I was offered a seat in the Metro.