The calmness in the house kills me.Sometimes when I come home after work, husband takes kids to math classes and house is so calm.
I hate it and feel like going to the math class to bring kids back home. Sometimes I go directly to math classes from work because I don’t want to be in the house without them. I know I am possessive and I am not yet prepared for my kids to leave my nest.
I always prefer a small house where kids are in front me. I always dared to take a big house in which I don’t know where they are until I call them asking where they are. I never give time out to my kids and lock them in their bedrooms. I have been advised that to discipline the child you have to punish them not to come out of their bedroom for sometime. I will never ever do it.
I want everything to be done in the living room. Reading books,watching TV together,gossiping about friends,sharing secrets….I do give them their space and I too take some time for myself.
Varu was told by her friend that the moment her father comes home , the house has to calm if not her father gets irritated. Your house is made for you and kids. Your house is not complete without your kids. They talk,sing,chatter,fight…it’s like this until they go to bed….
Family that reads,eats,sits,chats,gossips together lives together. That’s my version of Family that’s eat together lives together.
As usually got up at 5:30 am today. Made kids lunch box and my lunch box. Kids got up and got ready by 7:45am. To layers ourselves we have to assign another 15 minutes. The moment the I opened the front door strong wind hit my face and it was bone chilling outside. And my car had a flat tyre. Then only I realized that I am yet to change my car tyres, has to use winter tyres now. Luckily husband was at home and he dropped me and kids. Called the service centre and they gave me a date for next week. So I am at mercy of husband to drop and pick me.
Husband friend’s son is coming here to study. The boy’s dad called husband so many times telling him to pick him up at the airport, keeping him at my house etc… It’s so hard for the parents to send kids away. When husband friend was talking to him I felt someday I will be him if I send my girls away for education. I prefer not to but I don’t want to interfere in their choice. Varu is 12 now and in another 4 or 5 she will fly away.
Very short post today, see you all tomorrow.
Today my day started very lazily. Didn’t take kids to swimming as all roads to the swimming centre were closed today because of a annual Santa parade. I wish I go there.
Was in no mood to make breakfast so had yesterday’s left over pizza. Varu asked me what is chole bhature. She has many desi friends who talk a lot about our food and they happen to tell her chole bhature. Mom’s guilty was killing me that I didn’t give kids good breakfast made chole bhature for lunch. Chole bhature reminds me of a incident.
We were living in Oman then and I was pregnant with my first child. There is a restaurant Oman express, the best South Indian food one can get in Oman. That day we both went their and were looking at the menu to order. Husband always orders mini idles in sambar and I was yet to decide. At the end I order chole Bhature without knowing what it is and I was craving for something spicy and tangy.
Husband order came quickly and by the time my order came he finished it. Then my chole Batura came. I was so surprised to see the size of bhature which were bigger then a roti. I became so conscious suddenly that I am eating so much food and husband said I am full and all is yours . He also got a surprised look on his face thinking how can I eat that much food. At the end I ate one only and packed the other one.
It’s time for my afternoon nap, see you all tomorrow.