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Mish Mash 

In a blink, April swept by me and I’m still trying to catch my breath. Not too much has been going on in my end and yet I’ve been busy with things here and there. Things called regular life with an active and super busy 8 year old. So before I had a chance to pen anything, we are in May. Wow!! May already and in my head it’s like 2017 has just begun.

We have just over 3 weeks till the end of the school year. I can’t wait for summer break to begin. Daughter is at this wonderful age where she pretty much doesn’t need me other than chauffeuring her around or for food. She’s extremely independent but still isn’t in the ‘tween/teen whatever’ phase yet. It’s wonderful to have conversations with her and I’m often amazed at the responses I get. 

I love hanging out with her be it at home or go out shopping. She’s my absolute bff these days. I love to shop and have those mommy n me day outs with her. These days with activities during weekends, summer is the only time to splurge in those luxuries. So I have a lot planned for summer. Three months of unstructured mommy hood with no running around daily. We aren’t doing any regular camps except for a horse riding one which she absolutely insists on doing. Apart from that one, one week camp, swimming and piano lessons will continue. Musical theater will be done after the year end show for the summer. The best part for me is no packing lunches. 

Her being an avid reader, there are times I don’t realize she’s at home. So that definitely helps both of us from getting in each other’s hair. For her a good chunk of the day is also spent in her room playing some pretend games. And right now her current obsession is Harry Potter and Nancy Drew books. She has read the first four books of the HP series and I’ve promised her that she can start the fifth book once the break begins. So you can be assured the first week is going to be spent in having her nose buried. 

We also have a trip to Myrtle beach planned for the last week of June. So definitely there are fun times in the horizon. With the beach vacation looming large, my weight loss plan has picked up double the speed. I only wish the numbers on the scale were a little more promising. Anyway that’s a topic for another day. For today I’m optimistic I’ll get there even if it takes time.

This seems to be a mish mash post of sorts but that’s exactly how my headspace is right now. Too many things screaming for attention. I think I need to do separate posts for a few that I want to talk about in detail but for today I just need to publish this before I re read and delete. So here’s a mish mash peek of my mind :). 

Daughter and her laundry 

Laundry is one of my most dreaded chore. Well I hate most chores but laundry definitely steals the first spot. Especially when the laundry basket sits full in the corner, there are times I can swear it mocks me and dares me to tackle it. But during moments of sheer laziness, I smile and ignore it. And during these very rare times it gets full and more full – kind of like full, fuller and fullest. I guess you get the drift that I did a load of laundry where the clothes were almost on the verge of overflowing from the washer. Yes, that was the sorry state of affairs today.

But while doing it the one person with whom I kept losing my cool was Daughter Dearest !! She’s lucky she was at school or else ….. you ask me if the laundry basket was filled why is it her fault. Surely I don’t expect my 8 year old to take care of her laundry, do I ?? No, I don’t !!

Putting clothes in the washer which is generally a 2 min job but mind you if you’re lucky to do her clothes it can take up to 10 mins. I kid you not. Every damn piece of clothing is inside out. Every single piece !! Really ??!! Inspite of my repeatedly telling otherwise. Why is it so difficult to remember, I have no clue !! 

If that’s not bad enough, you’ll find every leggings has an underwear inside it. Why can’t she put them in separately. And those little panties that are separated they are somehow rolled up. I don’t know how. Oh how can I forget, the leggings mostly also come with socks tucked in the bottom of the legs. And if that’s not enough the socks are almost always rolled in a ball. 

So by the time all these clothes were sorted and the buttons were pressed to start the machine whizzing I was done. I was ready to take a nap. But my laundry woes irritated me enough to sit and type a rant post dedicated to it. 

This n That – Day 97

There’s a strange sense of feel good by the time I reach Wednesday. Yes it’s the hump day and you only have to deal with the boring Thursday and even though Friday is a work/school day but well it’s Friday!! While I’ve often wondered how growing up I never saw the days of the week impact my or my parents mood but I’ve resigned to the fact that days do impact our moods greatly. 

Today on a whim I decided to get the grocery shopping done instead of waiting for the weekend. That way I have one less thing to worry about and it’s so much better to do the shopping alone. The stores are less crowded and it’s easier to read labels without people giving you the ‘stares’. Of course shopping at my own pace also means buying way too many things. But for once I made sure I checked all the items off the list. So hopefully no surprises when I start cooking. 

I’m currently in love with the Pioneer Woman collection. Or let’s just say I love watching her show. Even though her collection is a little too rustic for my taste, but nevertheless I love looking at them. And I definitely love the gadgets and the different whisks and spatulas which are really handy if you happen to cook in a Dutch oven or in cast iron. These two happen to be my recent loves. I absolutely loooove them !! But I digress 🙂 !! So today I bought a set of mason jars with straws from the PW collection. With spring coming our way soon, I thought it would be a perfect touch to have juices, smoothies and lemonades from. And these yellow lid mason jars seemed perfect for the lazy summer afternoons or a picnic in the backyard. Now all I need is a nice picnic hamper.

You can guess, I’m in full preparation of the upcoming spring/summer months. And this time of the year makes me happy with days just about starting to get longer and a promise in the air. It makes one hopeful and in my case I choose to ignore the forecast of snow next week. For today, I’ll just look at the clear blue sky and the afternoon sun. 

Answers – Day 96

Pic courtesy: Facebook 
I saw this pic and it kind of stayed with me for some time. Recently I got an email where the sender wanted to know why I’m flaunting my happy life when so many others are probably not going through a happy phase in their current life. He/she also went ahead in saying that doing 100 Happy Days is probably very easy for me whose life is perfect and apparently who has a happy life. 

While I deleted the email almost instantly but the effect stayed with me. Needless to say I didn’t respond because I didn’t think I was obligated in any way to write to someone who was very rude. So even though I left it at that but there was a gnawing feeling that how many of my readers feel the same way. So to make things clear I thought I’ll do a post as to why I started to take this journey.

  • First and foremost to get back to this much ignored space.
  • 2ndly, I knew if I took up a challenge I couldn’t quit. My ego would make me write every single day no matter what.
  • I also wanted to document the little things that I miss in the rush of daily routine.
  • I wanted to crib less and count my blessings more.
  • And most importantly, I know I have a lot to be happy for. It’s just that in the course of daily grime, I fail to notice that. 
  • I also started this journey at a time when contrary to what one might thing but I wasn’t in the best phase of my life. So I wanted to put in an earnest effort to make myself happy. And when nothing seemed to go my way, I still knew there were lots of things that I was taking for granted. I just wanted to steer my vision to the things that I felt were a given. I wanted to highlight those points to me and not anyone else.
  • And of course I had been reading that this is a good exercise to relieve stress.
  • And last but not the least, 100 days of straight blogging was something in my bucket list. And I thought by doing Happy Days, it gave me an added boon.

So while I’m fully aware that  I don’t owe anyone any explanation, I decided to give them anyway. Having said all this I must also add that doing it has definitely helped. And I must also confess, I did underestimate the struggle that I’d be having. I thought that it’s very easy to point out one happy incident in daily life. But the tables turned very quickly and while some days I was genuinely happy and in no time a post was ready, there were days when everything looked bleak and I had a hard time thinking happy thoughts. But those were the days for which I had taken up the challenge and I must admit that no matter how hard it was I was able to come up with a post. 

And once again, I came to the conclusion that happiness is a state of mind and to a certain extent you can control it. Especially if it’s just regular stress that you are dealing with. I’m in no means an expert, but just shared what worked for me. And while my life seems to be perfect to some, like everyone else I have my own share of problems but I wouldn’t trade my life with anyone else. My blessings by far outweigh my troubles any day. 

Rambles Again – Day 95

95th day and I’m struggling so hard. I cannot believe I’ve come so close and I almost missed today’s post. 5 more days till the finish line and yet it looks so far. But hopefully I’ll pull through. Hopefully!!

Today was a super-duper busy day for me. With being away the weekend, I had to do a lot today. After grocery shopping and putting away stuff  and other mundane necessary jobs, I was able to take a much needed nap. Hubby was working from home and so he offered to pick up Daughter to give me an extra half hour of solid nap time. That was enough to make me happy. I felt so much better after the undisturbed nap.

 I made a super healthy and wholesome dinner in the evening while Daughter finished her homework and hubby went out for a run. The weather was really good even though I didn’t get a chance to sit out and enjoy. Now we are done with dinner and kitchen cleaning is checked. Daughter is in bed and hubby is finishing some pending work in his office. Hopefully I’ll catch up some tv time before I call it a day. So gnite folks !! Talk to you tomorrow….

Just a little change- Day 90

It’s definitely a good feeling when you are able to keep your emotions in check. Of course when I was actually trying to bite my tongue and do a mental countdown to keep my anger/frustrations at bay, I didn’t feel the goodness. Now that I look back on the events of morning I want to pat my back. Sometimes it’s best to let it slide and ignore. Sometimes we need to look at the bigger picture and let it pass. Sometimes it’s so not worth it. And of course sometimes we just need to realize from whom it’s coming from and whether they deserve a little more understanding from us.

While I’m not advocating taking shit from anybody/everybody but it’s alright if we can keep our mouths shut sometimes especially if it’s no big deal. Atleast that’s definitely what I’m working on for my sanity. For me if I open my mouth I’m not able to choose my words and that often leads to hurt feelings and my overreacting and saying things that I don’t mean. Of course when I look back I get into this guilt space and often find I excuse the other person (even if he/she deserved my wrath) and blame myself for the argument. And all because I was the person yelling and not thinking before speaking. That as we all know isn’t very pleasant.

So today as I sit thinking about my morning I’m impressed at how I handled somethings. I let my patience win over my normal impatient self. For once I tried to let a remark pass just because I didn’t care. I no longer need to prove anything to anyone. I no longer need to win every argument to prove my point. Sometimes silence wins over bigger battles. And I definitely love this little change in me. Maybe as they say I’m mellowing down with age.

Happiness in being happy – Day 88

Some days I’m happy but somehow when I sit to write and share my daily dose of happiness it’s difficult to pen it down. I’ve been trying to think what do I attribute my today’s happy to but I can’t pin point any single incident. It’s been a rather typical Monday and who ever has anything good to write about a Monday that’s not even a holiday. Yeah, not me either!! But I can’t say I’m upset either. Because the day has been kind of ok-ish. Like I said typical random stuff a Monday entails. So no surprises and no disappointments.

By now you must have guessed I really don’t have anything to write about. So hence this blabbering 😜. But what can I do, I can’t give up after coming this close. The more I’m inching closer the more difficult it’s getting. I’m kind of hitting that freeze where the mind absolutely refuses to cooperate. 

So for today let me spare you guys as well as myself from this errr ramblings and just say that today’s happiness has no reason. Nothing out of the ordinary happened. No one was extra nice. Infact most of my day was spent reading but still I feel happy. You know not the burst of happiness kind of happy but just a calm and content happiness. A place where you genuinely think every cloud has a silver lining. So while I go and count my blessings, you guys think happy thoughts too.

Happiness In Sweating – Day 82

There is a real sense of happiness when you really sweat it out in the gym or in my case in my basement. I’ve been regular in exercising but I’ve still been cheating. Not pushing myself hard enough. Today after a long time, I did sweat it out down there. I showed myself no mercy and I’m rewarded with sore muscles. But it feels good. I feel happy that I don’t need to excuse my cheating. I really felt happy looking at my sweaty appearance which was a testament to my hard work. Here’s to more sweat and sore muscles !!

When I yelled – Day 78

On Tuesday, I was having a bad day. Well not exactly a bad day but I was stressed and on the edge. I was going about fine doing my stuff and not reacting to a lot of things in fear of overreacting or loosing it. I kept telling myself to be calm and just get over with the day.

Every thing was under control till I reached the bus stop to pick up Daughter. It was cold and raining pretty bad. I saw Daughter getting off the bus and taking her sweet time to walk while the others were hurrying to their cars. But no, mine was walking without her hoodie up and didn’t seem to be in any hurry. The moment she opened the car door with a big smile, I lost it. I yelled and yelled and yelled. She told me sorry about 10 times in that .2345sec drive back home. Even though my heart and head kept telling me I’m overreacting over nothing but my mouth refused to shut up.

Anyway as I always do after giving her a fruit, is check the homework folder. I opened her backpack and found her folder missing. Now for the record I must mention this child has never forgotten or misplaced anything ever. But instead of asking what happened, I lost it again. She kept telling me that she clearly remembers putting her folder in the backpack but it fell on deaf ears. Once again I started acting like I was possessed. I started yelling. Poor girl started to cry. She was crying buckets of tears and was scared that she lost her homework folder. I showed no mercy. I didn’t hug her, never for once said it’s no big deal. On the contrary I did everything that the books tell you not to.

Few minutes later, I hear a knock on the door. I open to see an unknown face. It seems she’s a mom of a 5th grader. Her 5th grade son goes in the same bus. He played a prank on Daughter and sneakily got the homework folder out thinking it would worry Daughter. His mom hearing that was very mad and looked up our address from the school directory and was here to return the folder. I thanked her. She asked her son to apologize to Daughter and hugged Daughter herself.

Soon they were gone. I remember not being able to look at Daughter for a while. I was ashamed of myself. She was still sobbing, and I felt tears trickling down my cheeks. What I did was unforgivable. In my stress and frustration, I yelled at Daughter for no fault of hers. She didn’t know why I was behaving like I was and in all innocence thought everything was her fault. I hugged her and honestly told her I was having a bad day. But even to my ears they sounded pretty lame.

She has forgotten the incident and every time I apologize she brushes me off. But I know this incident will stay with me for a very long time if not forever. I just hope I’ve learnt my lesson and I never repeat this kind of unforgivable behavior ever again. And no matter what anyone says I know this kind of behavior is unacceptable and it’s not fine. 

While this isn’t a happy post but I’m glad I took the responsibility and owned up to Daughter and the hubby. I’m glad she’s still little and thinks a sorry should take care of everything. As for me I’m really glad that I accepted my mistake and hopefully learnt my lesson.

The Lovely Kulhads – Day 74

{A kulhar (Hindustani: कुल्हड़ or کلہڑ) or kulhad, sometimes called a shikora, is a traditional handle-less terracotta cup from North India and Pakistan that is typically unpainted and unglazed, and meant to be disposable.[1] Since kulhars are made by firing in a kiln and are almost never reused, they are inherently sterile and hygienic.[2] Bazaars and food stalls in the Indian subcontinent traditionally served hot beverages, such as tea, in kuhlars, which suffused the beverage with an “earthy aroma” that was often considered appealing.[3] Yogurt, hot milk with sugar as well as some regional desserts, such as kulfi (traditional ice-cream), are also served in kulhars.[4] } – courtesy wiki 

On my last visit to India, I was really fascinated with these beautiful ceramic kulhads. I used to love drinking tea from the earthen kulhads in the earlier days. Now in my absence from the day to day life in India, I didn’t realize that these unassuming earthen kulhads typically found in the roadside tea stalls have been revamped.

We were served tea in some of the most fanciest kulhads while visiting relatives. Now if you know me, I hardly shop during my vacations in India. I have enough of my fair share of malls and retail therapy here, so I do not venture to the malls unless I absolutely must. But I had not spotted these kulhads on the rare occasions that I did visit the mall. 

With people eager to gift us stuff I didn’t feel like asking them either from where they had bought theirs. And while I liked some of their kulhads, I wanted traditional designs for mine. Actually I wanted the typical brick red kulhads that I was used to.

So one day, the hubby and I were on one of our rare shopping trips and I spotted these beautiful kulhads. They had the typical brick red ones and some with traditional designs. We loved them. I quickly picked up 8 of them. 4 red ones that I loved and 4 that the hubby and I both liked. 

But as luck would have it, on unpacking I found that my much treasured red kulhads were broken to pieces. While a couple from the different set was chipped but not broken. I wanted to cry looking at those irreparable red pieces. Anyway I plan to get the red ones again on my next trip. But till then I’m in love with these.

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