Dazed and Drowsy

If last month I thought my life was hectic, I would call that life very decent now. Things have really taken a worse turn. My husband now travels to Whitefield everyday and is almost a visitor at home except for the weekends. And predictably he's very tired over the two days or wants to read some more about the work so they are almost gone too. So days are passing like a whirlwind for me managing my time between the schedules of the other three. My husband leaves home at 7:30 and does not appear back before 9 in the night. He sleeps around 10:30 and we keep each other company till then. My son wakes up at 7 and leaves for the school at 8:15 and returns at 3:15. He sleeps around 8:30. My daughter wakes up anywhere between 5:30 to 6:30 in the morning and goes to sleep in the night around 7:30. So I, forced to wake up with my daughter, see my husband off after breakfast, get my son ready for school and cook his lunch, put my daughter to sleep and rush to office around 9:30. Life in the office is hectic too, what with the damn list of never-ending issues. I rush back home around 2, reach home and gobble my lunch and give my daughter a bath and put her to sleep. Then I take stock of his school activities from my son who's back by now and make something for him to eat/drink. By this time my daughter typically wakes up and I put her back to sleep and if I don't sleep off in the process, I get to write my blog,read newspaper or go to the shop to buy something that has been missed out over the weekend. But those days are rare and most of the times I write imaginary blogs and mails and have monologues with my friends while I'm putting my daughter to sleep.

The evenings are even more hectic thanks to the swinging moods of my maid and her health. I feed my daughter,play with my son and her, also get my son to study and rehearse it, cook food for the night, feed my daughter again, get my son to finish his dinner, put my daughter to sleep, accompany my son to sleep and then, finally get to sit quietly on the sofa and wait for my husband to arrive.

The only silver lining, if I may call it so, is that the stock market is pathetic and my serial, worse than that. I mean, otherwise I don't know what would have happened to my spare time at all!