I have already broken my streak. I had promised myself I will get back to it. At least for the few days that the working- world doesn't dictate my time. But our time isn't ever really our time, is it? I am talking about my 30- day- squat challenge that I voiced on here, and... Continue Reading →
Hey! It's been a while. And things things look quite different around here no? Well, it's been an impulsive revamp. I have been in a bit of a funk lately, feeling a bit out of control and unmoored; thus the impetuous changes in other, trivial aspects my life (hair, blog, screensaver, laundry detergent, tea bag,... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
Day 14 was mired in household chores, literature review (for work) and contemplation. I went to bed early (i.e. 01:00 AM rather than 03:00 AM) and hoped to wake early. I did wake up earlier than usual today. 06:00 AM is much later than my pre- COVID 04:00AM start, but the past couple of weeks... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
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... Continue Reading →
It has been a long night. Most nights are this way now. But thankfully (or not) dawn has arrived and I sit here with a cuppa while The Little Man sleeps on his papa. I think back to my days as a rotating resident in general surgery. The night shifts. Doesn't matter which part of... Continue Reading →
Any self respecting blogger with young progeny is bound to pen one of these posts. The one where they share their fine looking, perfectly packed nappy/ changing bag. I too have done one of these, about two odd years (maybe three?) ago. I am embarrassed to go back and read it, therefore I'm not going... Continue Reading →
When I first started this blog, about three years ago, I never did have to think so much. I mean, I pretty much penned (rather typed) my thoughts on here, as and when they poured forth. As days became more rushed, the posts became forced. Now, we have reached a point where I sit in... Continue Reading →
To date, most readers who end up on these pages are those looking for information on the birthing process here in Qatar. A large share of the very large and diverse expatriate population here is mostly the younger demographic. Families that are still expanding. Women getting pregnant and delivering their babies in an alien land,... Continue Reading →
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