... is something I've always wondered.
This week, first Vicky, then Rahul and finally I were slain by a nasty bug. It started off with blocked noses, sneezing and discomfort and eventually escalated to a fever before going away.
With all three of us down one after the other, I was wondering if we need to re-organise our lives. We need a home-maker very badly. Vicky has his work and I'm away all day. We need somebody to look after us, and cosset us, and bring us medicine when we're too weak to get up from the bed in the middle of the night. We need, in short, a person to do what we've always taken for granted from our mothers.
Since the mother in this house is me, I've been wondering, maybe, for a tiny family like ours, two working parents is a bad idea. I like the job and it's finally got me hooked, but at what price?
I can't wait for my parents to move back to Cal.