Archive for December 17th, 2010

Its been a tough week.

There is loads of work in office and the twins are becoming more demanding by the day. The BF is not having it easy at work either. The major part of his day is spent in meetings and by the time he gets to his desk to work, it is already time for half of his team to leave.¬† By the time he gets back home, I’m already in la-la land. And when I’m up and about the next morning, he’s busy catching his million winks.

Needless to say, there’s been something missing between us….no time for hugs and kisses, heck, no time for talk!! The twins, on their part, are not helping our cause either.

Well, we were warned of this beforehand. All parents with little kids know how difficult it is to make time for a little intimacy. To have some *ahem* time with each other without the interference of the children ūüėČ .It is not a big deal when the children are a little grown up, have their own rooms and sleep through the night.

But, when you have two brats who insist on sleeping next to their mamma and no one else, who insist on getting up a hundred times in the night, either for milk or just to check on their mother, who cry out for their next-door friend in the wee hours of the morning, then you know you have a long way to go before you can get cozy with your loved one ūüėź !!

Here’s a small sampler of what my life looks like right now –

The BF¬†is back home from a short trip. I’ve tucked in the kids for the night and await his arrival. Somewhere late into the night, he turns up. I’m almost dozing off, but just seeing him peps¬†me up. After the unpacking (empty the bag, put it in its place), sorting (separate the clothes that need to be sent for a wash from those that don’t) and putting stuff back in its place, its time to get under the covers.

We are all tingling with excitement, and almost ready to hop in, when a tinny voice calls out, “Mumma……aa jao“.

Groan….. ūüôĄ !

“Ummm….sleep baby, I’ll come in a minute”.

Another voice demands, “Mummmmaaaaaa…abhi aao!!”.

“Go on, check on them first”, advises the BF.

So I crawl over to the kid’s bedding. Shobby¬†gets up and pats the place next to him. “Iddar so“, he demands. I say OK and snuggle up next to him.

Lui checks up on me, “Mumma…..thoya?”.

Haan¬†betu. Aap¬†bhi¬†so jao“, so saying I keep mum hoping the two will drift into sleep. Just when I hear the first gentle snores, I sneak away and try to distract the BF from his laptop (obviously, he needs to do something while wifey is busy with the kids!!).

Anyhow, just when we think we are ready for some action, a whiney voice yells, “Mummaaa!!! Doooooodoooooo.MUMMMMMMHHHHHAAAAAAAA……DOOOOOO DOOOOO“.

So mumma¬†hops out again and quickly prepares a bottle for her daughter. And for good measure, makes one for the son too. After handing them the bottles, I¬†switch¬†off the light and wait for them to doze off again. The twins take their own sweet time in guzzling up and by the time they are done¬†and I wash the bottles,¬† I swear, I’m quite¬†out of the mood for action. I give the twins a few more minutes to make sure they’re settled and then make my way to the hubby, who by this time can be found hibernating under the covers. One can make out from the snores that its been some time since he dozed off.


So I snuggle in with him and turn to cuddle up. And just as I’m drifting off, I find someone patting my back. I turn to¬† find Shobby¬†standing next to the bed,¬†directing a petulant gaze¬†at me. “Mammaa¬†mere paas“, he orders, struggling to keep his eyes open. “Go and sleep in your bed. This is mamma’s bed”, I try to reason with him. “Mamma mere paas“, he repeats but doesn’t budge from his place.

*Sigh Sigh*

I give up and get out from the bed. Little shobby takes hold of my dress and leads me to his bed, patting the place where he wants me to sleep.

Michelle Pfeiffer,¬†at least you were lucky enough to¬†just cuddle up with a prone form. Alas, I’m yet to get that option ūüėÄ

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The problem of plenty :)

Should have posted this under Monday Laughs……but was caught up with loads of work.

Anyhow, here’s another mail¬†forward¬†¬†:-


[scene] Mukesh Ambani in his 27 storied home.

Mukeshbhai¬†gets up from his bedroom on 15th floor, takes a swim in the swimming pool on 17th floor, has breakfast on the 19th floor, dresses up for office on 14th floor, collects his files and office bag from his personal office on 21st floor, wishes bye¬†to Nitaben on 16th floor, says ‚Äėsee you‚Äôto his children on 13th floor, and goes down on 3rd floor to self drive his 2.5 crore Mercedes to office, but then, he finds out that he has forgotten the car keys upstairs.

But on which floor?

15th, 17th, 19th, 14th, 21st, 16th or 13th ?

He phones all his servants, cooks,maids, secretaries, pool attendants, gym trainers, lift attendants etc. on all the floors. There is a hectic search and a lot of running around on all the floors, but the key is not traceable . Fed up, after half an hour of frantic search, Mukeshbhai leaves in a huff in a chauffeur driven Ikon car.

At 3.30 P.M. late in the afternoon it is discovered¬†that 4 days back , a temporary replacement maid had washed Mukeshbhai’s¬†pant and hung it to dry on a string in the balcony of 16th floor, with car keys in the pant pocket. The key had blown away somewhere in the high winds at 16th floor level and was never found. This was detected¬†because of Nitaben’s¬†habit of personally checking clothes given for ironing . Meanwhile, after 3 days of the incident, Nitaben¬†with irritation writ large on her face, complained to Mukeshbhai¬†asking him where he was roaming till 3 A.M. last night . Mukesh replied that he was at home all night.

“Then why did the helicopter land in the terrace at 3 A.M? I was so worried‚ĶI could’t sleep the whole¬†night,” quizzed Nitaben.

“Oh that helicopter‚Ķ.That helicopter came from Germany , sent by Mercedes people to deliver the duplicate car key”, …….mumbled Mukesh.


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