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05/11/201315/04/2017

Q is for the Quintessential workaholic

Yeah that’s the Husband.

One morning we went out for coffee/chocolate shake and The Husband got an official call..

Here he is at the call.

Then he had an important message to send off.
H got bored waiting for him to finish and wanted to pose with him..
but The Husband didn’t notice.

then N had to have her turn and still The Husband didn’t notice

Then H decided to have some fun

By now both of them were enjoying themselves

… and some more!

That’s how focussed he is.

He payed a pretty heavy price for his work obsession, developing stress related diabetes. However over the last few months there have been some very positive changes. He has joined a gym and to the entire extended family’s complete disbelief he has kept at it for the past five months. He is at the gym six days a week, he has lost some weight, he is eating healthier and he keeps early nights.

Touchwood!

Five stress busters that work for us…
1. Spending real time with the kids. While they might be the greatest stress creators kids are also the best ever stress busters. The Husband enjoys squabbling with them. He has been putting them to bed more often and they spend ages chatting before they drop off asleep (While I get time to blog.. heh heh).
2. Rediscovering a hobby. Blogging works for me, gardening, crafting, listening to music might work for you.
3. Exercising. Walk, dance, hit the treadmill.. pick any. It works.
4. Meeting up with friends. While elaborate entertaining stresses us out a simple dinner or coffee with friends works just great.
5. Watching Television. Yeah I know TV is a much maligned medium and I’m no blind fan but sometimes sitting before it and watching a film or show and laughing together is just fun.

So what are yours?

Linking to ABC Wednesday

26/09/201315/04/2017

Good morning

Early mornings are so not my thing..

We’re in Goa and The husband got the strange idea of watching the sun rise from the sea… Yeah I know, it would be a wonderful sight, but the catch is one has to wake up before the sun.. On a holiday… Why that’s blasphemy!

But so contagious was The Husband’s enthusiasm that we did wake up – at five. And then it started to pour!!!!!! The ever accommodating Husband promptly collected the kids, snuggled together and three of them went back to sleep.

There I was on my own with no desire to get back to bed. Silently berating The Husband for his weird plans I wondered what to do with myself. I reached out for the I-pad to find it needed charging. I sighed. The ticking of the clock seemed unusually loud. Listlessly I wandered around our resort suite. How come it’s so small? I wondered. It had seemed so roomy when we arrived.

I walked out onto the tiny balcony and instantly felt better.. The warm, balmy, rainy breeze felt much more friendly than the artificial cool of the AC. It was quiet but for the rain. Even the birds were asleep.

I watched in the hazy light as the rain left fleeting imprints on the surface of the pool.

I watched as the water splashed off shiny leaves that glinted even in the semidarkness of dawn. It slid silently off deck chairs, off the concrete tortoises at the pool and the red tiled roofs.

I watched as a conscientious worker came out in a raincoat and began to clean the pool.

I watched as the sun, dulled gently by the clouds, showed up far in the East and spread silently all around.

I watched…….. Enjoying.. Yeah enjoying, as the peace of the moment stole over me.

I might have missed the sunrise but I did catch the morning. Maybe I should do this again – this early morning thing!

30/04/201315/04/2017

The Husband and I

17 years .. that’s how far we’ve come – The Husband and I. Two different people.. chalk and cheese, the regimented and the easy going, the talkative and the silent, the compulsive worrier and the positive thinker, the disorganised and the meticulous, the avid fiction reader and the reader of non-fiction, an SRK fan and a fan of The Exorcist, … yet here we are – together and happy. How has the ‘WE’ lasted, I wonder, sometimes.

Oh well, we’re used to each other. I wouldn’t have him any other way.. ummm… maybe I wouldn’t mind if he’d remember not to leave his wet towel on the bed or would shut the door when he left the house.. and er…r it would be nice if he brought me flowers just sometimes, Oh and those snores.. I wouldn’t miss them.

But then I’m sure he’d like a thousand things different in me too.

I’ll just let it go then, and settle down to a few more decades of this chaotic happiness, bonding over post dinner chais and bowls of watermelons.. I with my ‘Shopaholic’ he with his ‘Romancing the Balance Sheet’ (Can’t get over it that someone actually wrote a book like that. Maybe there are more like The Husband in the world!)

16/04/201315/04/2017

Med reports and house husbands

Last weekend I went for my long pending health checkup.. a first for me. The Husband took his a few months back and he came home after a good seven-eight hours. That made me kind of look forward to the whole exercise — seven hours of peacefully reading a book while the docs did some checks, didn’t seem like a hardship at all. More so since a few pins and pricks do not really bother me.

Besides, The Husband would get a taste of handling the kids on his own…. something he’s rarely done, thought I mentally rubbing my hands with glee. As always The Husband scored high on confidence. “Arre you carry one,” he told me as I fussed around, “I’ll handle it.” The thing is he and I have very different views on ‘handling it’. I have to admit though, when it comes to the kids, I do fuss … a lot.. well.. a lot lot… they shouldn’t watch too much TV, they shouldn’t play in the sun, they shouldn’t play with the big boys, they shouldn’t eat junk. Anyway this time I thought I’d leave him to it.

So armed with my ‘Pricey Thakur Girls’ I was off to the hospital escorted by the entire family. Even as Naisha looked scared to death at the prospect of leaving me there, Hrit pronounced blithely, “I think Mama’s going to be dead.” And I thought I was bringing up a sensitive, loving son! Of course Naisha then burst into tears. After her fears were allayed The Husband herded them away while I settled down with my book.

All I’ll say about the next few hours is that there are things worse than blood tests. I was poked and jabbed and made to run on treadmills while a bunch of hospital staff monitored me. I dressed and undressed a million times. I had all kinds of apparatus stuck into varied parts of my body. I sat with a ‘full bladder’ for a full 45 minutes, awaiting my turn at Sonography and then couldn’t do a thing when the doctor prodded mercilessly at the said bladder.

I’m just glad this is an annual thing.

The Pricey Girls sat in my bag for a long long time. Each time I’d dig into my bag an attendant would come by, “Madam apne paper dikhaiye..eye test ho gaya? ECG hua kya?” No complaints against the staff though, they were cheerful and helpful but the constant concern can unsettle you a bit. Once when I was warming up to my book and he startled me with his “paper dikhaiye” I fumbled and handed him a Christmas card made by Hrit covered with hearts, which I using as a book mark.

Meanwhile at home The Husband was faring no better. The kids with inborn acumen spotted an amateur and decided to have fun. They refused idlis for breakfast, normally a favourite. While Hrit came around Naisha demanded (and got) a Mango ice candy.. for breakfast. When I called and told The Husband to give her bread and jam she made him cut out the sides, something I’ve never done for them.

When I got back at about two, I found Hrit lounging before the telly while Naisha dawdled over her barely touched lunch. She ran to give me a huge hug, more gratifying because she tore herself away from the very engrossing Doremon.

The results are in and all’s well other than a marginally high cholesterol and of course the weight.

Till next year then.. I’m good.

08/03/201315/04/2017

To celebrate or not

It’s Women’s Day today and it would have gone by without a post had the Husband not entered at 10 in the night bearing a cake. No I wasn’t surprised.. that’s too mild a reaction.

The kids were thrilled.. Naisha moreso because as the youngest lady in the house she had the privelege of cutting the cake.

Naisha stuffed the last bit of her food into her mouth and got ready to cut the cake.
That’s Hrit’s hand sneaking in for a lick!

Through the day I’ve been receiving messages from many of my ebullient friends wishing me for Women’s Day. Then there is the other bunch who said ‘What’s special about today??’ Every day is Women’s Day or ‘What’s the point in celebrating Women’s day when so many women across the country are not safe/are suffering?’

Well both have a point. However I’d rather go with the enthusiastic lot rather than the Scrooges. Yes March 8 will not change the state of Women across the country. However, instead of debating whether to celebrate, why not take the opportunity to be grateful for being one of the priveledged minority while pledging to do something for those others who are not? Of course you could have already done that yesterday or the day before that, or last week.. well then consider March 8 a reminder.

The same goes for other days.. Valentine’s day, Mother’s Day, Father’s Day. However, I do draw the line at Hug Day, Teddy Day, Kiss Day, Slap Day, Kick Day… hey I’m not making them up.. those really are ‘days’. But then that’s just me. If you feel like it.. go for it.. celebrate them all. Life’s a celebration after all.

MEanwhile here’s some cake for all my women friends with the hope that the coming years will get only better and have great things in store for all of us across the world. A very very happy and empowering Women’s Day to all of you.