Walking on eggshells.

I assume many have abandoned this blog by now. I can see the numbers dwindle and my hard work wither away. It's been so long, and so sparse. The posts on this page are as rare as rain in Doha, and I could blame circumstance, life and the universe for it. But in truth, I... Continue Reading →

Exhaustion.

“My head aches, my eyes burn, my arms and legs have given up, and my face in the mirror has a grayish cast. The bed, across the room, calls in its unmistakable lover's croon, Come to me, come, only I can make you truly happy, oh, how happy I'll make you, don't resist, remember how... Continue Reading →

They actually left me!

So, one day Mammaa woke me up early. She usually lets me sleep till I want to, but that particular day was different. It was different in so many ways. She kept cooing things to me. Went on rambling about going "bye-bye" and "having fun" as she prepped my milk. Pappaa was ironing my clothes... Continue Reading →

Ma Wednesday- Off she goes!

There is a sense of foreboding as the day approaches. I try to appear nonchalant and in control. I portray an air of preparedness, and try to prove to The Grammys/ Grampys and The Mister that I can keep my sh&* together. The research has been done, the footwork performed and the ground laid. The endless trips to... Continue Reading →

Ma Wednesday- Liking the dislikes.

Everybody talks of the beauty of being a parent. Many also share their challenges and hardships. But not often do we hear about disliking being a parent. Is it unkind, ungrateful and blasphemous to admit that I sometimes hate being a parent. Yes, hate. I often say to people how hate is such a strong... Continue Reading →

The Daddy Diaper Bag!

I was cleaning out the Dad Diaper Bag today, and was amazed at how efficient and minimalist it was. Zoe does spend a lot of alone time with Papa. She has even been to office a few times. They may spend anywhere from a few hours to an entire day on their own. They are... Continue Reading →

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