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On Semblance of (In)-Sanity

One has been down with the flu the last 7 days.
One has been arguing with me like I have never been argued with.
One has been goofing away and completely ignoring every statement I make.

There is nothing as madenning as living with 3 boys. They drive me completely nuts.

It is a complete mystery to me how I can still retain a semblance of (in)-sanity and can laugh through it all.

BTW, the boys will convince y’all that I am the one that drives them nuts. Don’t believe them.

That is all I have to say for today.

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The Story of Krishna and Sudama

 

The story goes like this – Sudama brought Lord Krishna some aval/pooha (beaten rice) who accepted both Sudama and the aval offering with all his heart.

I asked my resident Lil Krishna (who happens to share Rohini Nakashatra with Lord Krishna himself) what he wants for this 15th birthday lunch.

He said – “Can you make some aval upma Amma?”.

So, that is what I did.

And, just like Lord Krishna, Lil Krishna accepted it with all his heart.

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How my Second Son Raises Me?

After raising one for 14 years, you would think I got some tricks of the trade under my belt.

Sadly, no.

I begin all over with the second one.

Take for example, yesterday’s bedtime happenings.

Adi stuck with homework.
Kumar sitting beside Adi and playing chess on his computer.

I am tasked with getting Ari to call it a day and go to sleep. I am bring him to bed and say – “Dey Ari, Amma is sick and tired. She really needs some sleep.”

Then, I lie down beside Ari and proceed to pull up my reading list on the phone and start reading.

He gets up and leaves. Then, comes back with a reading light and book.

He says – “You are going to put down your reading and go to sleep. If not, I am going to read too.”

Checkmate.

I have no freaking clue of how to raise this one.

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There is nothing Sexy about being a Parent

There is nothing sexy about being a parent. It is often boring and tiresome.

Day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year…you wake up and do what humanity has done for its off spring to thrive.

Yet, when Kumar wakes up before all of us…then starts nagging us to wake up and proceeds to pick up Ari and carry him to the rest room to get him started on his morning chores….despite his yelling louder than my alarm clock to get me to wake up or else (some empty threat)…parenting doesn’t seem to be boring or tiresome.

In fact, I find the whole thing quite amusing and rather delightful.

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Even my Coffee is not my OWN

I understand nothing belongs to ME.
I do.
We came with nothing.
We leave with nothing.
I get it.

That said, everything gets raided by the boys.

My books.
My laptop.
My phone.

There is no privacy even in the bathrooms.
Speaking of bathrooms, when you live with 3 boys, the toilet seat is always up. URGH.

Today afternoon, I did my usual to get through the rest of the day.
Put some coffee in a cup.
Pour some milk.

Before sticking the cup in the microwave, I paused to make a snack for Ari.
By the time I turn back, the ravenous 7 year old was raiding my yet-to-heat-coffee.

EVEN. MY. COFFEE. IS. NOT. MY. OWN.

I am going to start crying now.

I get it.
There is bigger problems in the world – like hunger, cancer and wars.
But, please.
Don’t start with me.
I don’t want to hear about it.

Let me mourn the loss of my coffee.
Save your lecture for another day.

Will you?