What will become of us?

As Lil' Z wakes up more morose than usual (it is mostly not her fault to be honest https://manicmumlife.wordpress.com/2017/07/05/broody-mornings/) and even my generally sunnily disposed male progeny seems a bit off- kilter, I wonder- we are all going a bit stir- crazy, absolutely. These are unprecedented days, weeks and months. Only in the distant future...

Day 31- Let’s talk the physical

Surprisingly, home workouts don't suck. I mean, not more than the usual- I cannot breathe, I might pass out, why the f*&% do I do this suckiness. The key for me has been consistency in terms of time, and variation in the training itself. Setting tolerant mini-goals have been helpful as well. I struggle on...

Day 21- And it shall continue

So, this is not the end, as expected. After the early days of 'break- taking', and routine- creating, the past few days have been surprisingly busy and productive and messy and incredibly wholesome. I did domestic duties and kept the children occupied during the day, and worked on a paper all night. And trained at...

Day 11- Better days

Heard this just I opened the page to type. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGP6JP_hAPM   I am happy for the life I have lived thus far. I've not had less, nor more. Just enough, of everything; laughter, joy, pain, love, gauntlets, triumphs. Do I regret my choices? If I'm being honest, no. Could I have done things differently? I...

Day 9-Cleaning the day away

As a household, we all woke up about two hours later than usual. Besieged by lassitude, we delayed the most basic of tasks. Z did not want to brush, Boss Man refused his morning repast. Me, I wanted to cease to exist for a day. Pause. Freeze. It was just that kind of day. We...

Day 8- WhatsApp fuckery!

My post today is going to be be a tad different. I'm a very hesitant user of WhatsApp. For several reasons. But I must admit, it has it's uses. And of the millions (of course I exaggerate, or do I?) of messages and forwards I receive, I do not usually bother with the forwards. But...

Day 6- A tranquil apocalypse

Does't this feel like the proverbial calm before the storm? Do you sense the worse is yet to come. Like we are seated to watch a blockbuster movie, and the pre- movie trailers and adverts keep running on. If this is truly an apocalypse, it's seems quite tranquil at the moment no? I had a...

Day 5- Only?

Has it only been 5 days? Weekday morning rush and night- time scraps; memories of a couple of weeks ago, are paling already. Amazing, truly! Normal workdays for me, are days in which my time is not mine. I'm either sorting the kids out, or engaged completely and wholly with a patient- conscious ones in...

Day 4- Routines and rituals.

Purveyors of chaos often sustain life day-to-day by forcing themselves into routines and rituals. Routines by nature of their predictability are safe, controlled, becalming. Chaos and uncertainty can be exciting, thrilling, glamorous even. But it generally breeds anxiety. I truly learnt the practicality of setting routines only after I had my first child. Until then,...

Day 3- The new normal.

01:31 am. The kids were down by 10:30. I have been dilly- dallying, putting off coming to my desk. Faffing about on Netflix, Youtube, Prime, Hotstar; what have you. My pre- COVID life had minimal to no spare space for such luxuries. But the home quarantine/ lockdown life has it's unexpected perks. We have unsettlingly...