Archive for October, 2012

I’ve been MIA for the last week and for good reason too.
The In-Laws left for Hajj on Monday night (Alhamdulillah). Needless to say, it was a madhouse at the MomOfRS household with relatives, friends and well-wishers dropping by to pay their respects and to request prayers on their behalf.

The in-laws had to attend a 40-day workshop on the procedures and rituals that need to be followed during the 40-day pilgrimage. They will, in fact be staying for 45 days, since this year is the year of Al-Hajj Al-Akbar. After attending a host of coaching classes, medical tests, vaccinations and the works, they were declared ready for the holiest of all journeys πŸ™‚ .
Labaikallah humma labaik, labaika la shareeka labaik.

Since the trip was for 45 days, the MIL didn’t get a leave beforehand, so she had to work full-time on Monday, which was kind of sad, because we were hoping that she get some rest before the journey began (they had to leave for Mumbai around 1am Tuesday, check-in was at 7am and the flight departure was at 11am. The minute they land at Jeddah, they have a bus to Mecca and from there, they have to proceed for the first arkaan ).
But the rush of family and friends prevented her from getting a shut-eye even for five minutes 😦
The only upside was that the minute they landed in Mecca, all physical discomforts and tiredness was forgotten. They were excited, exhilarated and at peace πŸ™‚

Not much of the peaceful scenario back home, I’m afraid.
Firstly, this is the first time in my nearly 6 years of married life that I’m left alone to manage the household all by myself 😐 . Earlier, there was the GMIL and after her, it was MIL who looked into the nitty-gritties of home-work. To add to my woes, possibly EVERYONE around me shared my low opinion on my capabilities 😦 . People consoled me by the dozens, volunteering their time and efforts, ready to babysit the twins and even come and stay with us till the in-laws return. It was actually very kind of them all…..but somewhere inside , I felt the deep urge to prove them all wrong.
Heck, its just 45 days, right?!
How can I not manage for a measly month and a half?
So what if I didn’t know till now how much we paid the maids?
So what if I didn’t know where the gas-cylinder books were kept or the milk coupons were?
So what if I shudder involuntarily at the thought of managing so many people on my own??
Today is the third day and I’m glad to say, we haven’t sunk yet. This ship still sails and how πŸ˜€ !!
The BF and the BIL are cooperating in a much better way than before…..ready to juggle work-hours and take up little responsibilities at home. The twins….well, no change in the twins, except that they keep asking for their grandparents, wondering why they aren’t back yet 😐

On my part, I want to redo the entire house by the time they return. I plant to buy new plants (because the all the old ones DIED. Yes, I managed to kill them all again 😦 ), just so that the terraces don’t look funny with all those empty pots.
I plan to refurbish the drawing room, add some cupboards to the kitchen (also get some pest-control done), clear up half the mess in my room, paint a wall bright orange, or maybe, we’ll just paint a wall with a nice jungle theme πŸ˜€ , visits all the relatives I never made time for before, take the kids to places we kept planning to take them to but never did (which does not mean malls and theaters!! These items are still off the list!) and essentially, make time for stuff I never made time for before. This includes a lot of home-improvement activities. I mean, the idea is to pleasantly surprise the in-laws when they return, not give them the proverbial cardiac πŸ˜€
I have two willing andΒ  able assistants to fulfill these plans, we now await this weekend, when we will finally chalk out a plan on what all we need to do and how to go about doing it.
Its gonna be fun πŸ™‚
The twins will of course, come under everyone’s feet, but what the hell, we’ll let them paint a wall by themselves πŸ˜€
Its sure gonna be fun.
Wait. I said that already 😐
What the heck, I’ll say it again πŸ™‚

PS: Will do a proper (read : appropriately solemn) post on the in-law’s Hajj trip once they get back (with the pictures, I hope !). It is indeed a once in a lifetime opportunity and me and the BF seriously plan to put in our names for the next year’s list.

Thats all for today. Have a nice day you all. Be good πŸ™‚

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Simply Shobby

This one’s been sitting in the drafts. I’d intended to post it as soon as I’d posted the one on Lui here.

With Lui babbling non-stop, it would be erroneous to assume that Shobby is more restrained of the two. He talks just as much, if not more. The only thing that strikes strongly, is the way these two talk. If Lui is loud, opinionated and brash, Shobby is restrained, humble and inquisitive. Which eventually means that we end up answering a lot of questions that we’d otherwise love to avoid. When he starts on his interrogation, nothing can deter him from the path except his own conviction of our replies.

(These kids are tough on my nerves, I tell you 😐 )

The other difference is that where Lui has no qualms on flaunting her broken English, Shobby is extremely cautious. He’d rather say the right words or not say anything at all. Mostly, he speaks in English only with me and if I correct him, he takes it in stride. But if I correct him in public (read, in front of other family members), he goes into a shell and refuses to speak further 😐

I’ve realized lately that Shobby is indeed a much more well-balanced kid in terms of his choice of speech. He expresses himself beautifully and sometimes, when he says something in his solemn way, it just hits right at the vicinity of the heart πŸ™‚ . Sample this :-

1) Shobby was disgruntled that I’d bought Lui a pair of jeans and some colourful vests. I couldn’t find the same two items for him that day and had promised to buy them next time I go shopping. Well, I forgot all about it. Shobbs kept reminding me every other day and finally, after an hours of hunting down stores, I found jeans that would fit him and most important, colourful vests (for the record, colourful vests come for kids who are toddlers. Stores keep only white vests for kids four and above. Luckily, Shobby is a tad small for his age and so I bought him the vests for the 3-4 age group, instead of the 4-5, which will be his range startingΒ  next month).

So pleased was my boy that he strutted around the house with the parcel tucked under his arm. He wouldn’t let me keep it in his cupboard, he wouldn’t let Lui check it out, in short, he refused to keep it out of his sight. Finally, when it was bed-time, I convinced him to keep it in his cupboard. He came along with me and we made it a secret affair to open the cupboard and ‘hide’ the parcel, lest Lui sees it. As I closed the cupboard, Shobby looked up at me with a big smile and said, “Mumma, aap mere liye itna samaan laye na, mai bahut khush ho gaya. Thank You”.

I stood there, too stunned for words. I’ve heard people expressing gratitude before, but Shobby’s genuinely heartfelt thanks was the purest πŸ™‚

2) I was making Uttapas once day. Both kids demanded to be fed first. So I cut the first uttappa into two and gave it to them in two separate plates. Lui started gobbling hers. Shobby took a bite from his plate, munched thoughtfully and finally swallowed.

“Mummy, mujhe uttappa bahut pasand hai. Aapne achcha banaye”,Β  and he walks away with his plate. I’m left there, looking at his back. Lui gave me a quizzical look and went back to eating her’s.

3) Its not always that my son compliments me. Sometimes, when his lunchbox is not empty when he comes back from school and I ask him about it, he has no qualms in directly telling me,” Aapne achcha nahin banaye . Aapko theek se pakana nahin aata”.


4) Until a year back, it was Lui who was possessive of her brother but these days have seen her do an about turn. It is Shobby who is perpetually worried about his sister’s well-being, whereas Lui happily gives him the cold shoulder.

So a couple of days back, Shobby was done with his morning bath, but Lui was raising her crankiness levels. She refused to take a bath and started throwing her tantrum right outside the bathroom door. She was busy rolling on the floor when the MIL came and threatened to douse her with cold water if she (Lui) didn’t get into the bathroom asap.

“Nahin dadi, nahin”, yelled a voice from inside the bathroom,”woh meri bhen hai. Usko satao mat”. Not behen. He said Bhen. And said it with the authority of one who has the sole right over his sister πŸ™‚

5) It is late at night. The BF is delayed once more, he messaged me that he would be home around 12 in the night. I get the kids ready for bed, switch off the lights and start on a bed-time story. Suddenly, Shobby chirps up,”Mumma, Abbu abhi tak nahin aaye”.

“IΒ  know baby”, I coo at him,”he is working late today”. Shobby becomes quiet. Lui urges me to continue the story. I start off once again.

“Mujhe Abbu ki yaad aa rahi hai”, says a small voice, obviously Shobby’s.

“Its okay”, I reassure him,” Abbu will be back soon”. He’s quiet again. I think he’s done with his worries and carry on with the story once more.

“Jab Abbu ayenge, mai unko gussa karoonga”, he pips up once again,”good peoples office se jaldi ghar aate hain”.

“Yeah right”, I can’t help but agree πŸ™‚

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The Butterfly Effect

Morning hurry.
Wake up kids, WAKE UP!!
No lights!! Darn! Should have ironed their uniforms yesterday itself!
Lights back. Great!!
Kids up. Brushed.Bathed.Dressed.
I’m dressed too.
Lui : Mumma, come here. Yeh clip lagao.
Whats wrong with this girl?! We are running late and she insists that I adorn her clip!
Lui doesn’t budge till I give in and clamp the dratted clip on my head.
Drink your milk. FAST!
Socks? Check.
Shoes? Check.
Bags? Lunchbox? Bottles? Books? Diary? Check.Check.Check.Check.Check.
Goodbye Abbu…..and we go down.
Meet one neighbour. Share greetings.
Meet another. Some more greetings. Met one more! Whats this?? Everyone seems to be out at the same time today 😐
Wait for the van with the kids.
MIL comes down to leave for her school.
Bids goodbye to the kids and me.
“Is that your clip?” She ask as she departs.
My hand reaches for my head and thats when it strikes me – I met half the society people this morning, sporting a big, bright orange butterfly clip on my head 😐
Go on, laugh it out.
But believe me, you wouldn’t have wanted to be in my shoes 😐

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