Every once in a while, I go thru a phase that is brought on by PMS, the fact that the bulk of our earnings are going to repay loans, not having taken a single vacation in the past 6 years, me not working yet, hubby’s crazy hours at work, his crazy passion for sports ( watching it, or playing it when he is not working) and a little girl who makes crazy demands on my time, having to make up for both parents all the time, no free weekend to laze around, skin, hair and health looking pathetic because I am not taking care of myself and the fact that none of the above is fair to go thru on a daily basis! Wow, that is one looong sentence!
Don’t take me wrong, my husband is a wonderful man and my daughter is adorable too. Neel gives me my space to do what I want to, no questions asked. It is just that he does not give me the time to do it. You see, he works nights. Well the definition of night varies. It can begin at 2 in the afternoon for instance. And can go on till about 11 the next morning. And for the longest time, his timings have never been the same as the previous day. Most days, I have just finished cooking lunch and after eating, I have to get back in to make his dinner. Even if I keep a cook, I still have to get in later to cook his dinner. So I am paying the cook and laboring myself.
After Neha was born, I cannot remember spending more than 2 minutes in the toilet or bath even. I usually wash my hair and body bathe in installments!! And do not ask me how I break up the big job. I just do it. The moment I get in and settle down, Neha will go “Mamaaaaaa!!” Either she has fallen down or spilled something or it is the worst ever… Silence. That means something unthinkable is happening! You know, like getting a spray can in the hand and spraying it into her eyes. Yes I have caught her and almost averted danger.
She reminds me of wicked little mouse who is out to play when the cat is away…
Don’t take me wrong, my husband is a wonderful man and my daughter is adorable too. Neel gives me my space to do what I want to, no questions asked. It is just that he does not give me the time to do it. You see, he works nights. Well the definition of night varies. It can begin at 2 in the afternoon for instance. And can go on till about 11 the next morning. And for the longest time, his timings have never been the same as the previous day. Most days, I have just finished cooking lunch and after eating, I have to get back in to make his dinner. Even if I keep a cook, I still have to get in later to cook his dinner. So I am paying the cook and laboring myself.
After Neha was born, I cannot remember spending more than 2 minutes in the toilet or bath even. I usually wash my hair and body bathe in installments!! And do not ask me how I break up the big job. I just do it. The moment I get in and settle down, Neha will go “Mamaaaaaa!!” Either she has fallen down or spilled something or it is the worst ever… Silence. That means something unthinkable is happening! You know, like getting a spray can in the hand and spraying it into her eyes. Yes I have caught her and almost averted danger.
She reminds me of wicked little mouse who is out to play when the cat is away…
2 comments:
really da, this night-shift schedules are a killer. just takes the normality out of our lives. I just cant imagine not sleeping at nights, I mean even if I slept the same amount during the day I'm sure I wont feel quite rested(if u know wht I mean).
i can relate to this kinda lifestyle after my baby was born.
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