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Wake up and smell the Routine !

               Doing household chores is still a tiring work for a housewife, and so for me. once you have got babies, spice flavored life turns into an oatmeal. The tongue that is used to taste biriyani is tasting the tasteless oatmeal. Yes. You are right. Mine is an oatmeal.

Let me introduce my family.

                 My boyfriend cum husband Mr. Jo, M.B.A., works as a Manager in a private bank. Wheatish. Averagely built, with a small belly protruding out of his body :-p, more like a typical Indian husband :-D. Once upon a time, he used to boast about his biceps, triceps, chest, abs, everything he got, but now, his belly boasts about him ^o). LOL. A little lazy. The one who holds the key to my heart :-). Love you loads, dear. Ummmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh.  We have been blessed with two children. The elder one is a girl, Ziya, Seventh grade. Not so good in studies, but she is a cool girl(like me ^o) ). An exact copy of me. Junior Nirvi ;-).  My little boy Aanav, cute, sweet, adorable, admirable, my little angel. Very mischevious little rabbit. Only he can shoot unanswerable questions. Why? how? these two are enough to get rid of my patience. And finally, Mrs. Nirvi Jo, M.Com.,Housewife. I am little fat. Got those fats after pregnancy. Let's call Chubby. Typical Indian wife ;-). 

             Once maternity hits, every girly thing wears off day by day. The only constant thing is the same day repeating for decades. Wake up. Cook. Look after my family(more precisely my children). Eat. Sleep. Repeat. This is what a life of housewife looks like. For the past decade, I have been a mom to my children than a wife to my husband. Well.....I enjoy being a mom, but still, I am worried if I have failed to be a wife to my husband. Yes, of course, I love him. But, I can't express when the kids are around. What if he thinks I don't love him anymore?. No No........ He won't. Every morning, I come up with these thoughts. every time I enter the kitchen, my mind wanders, with every inch of it filled with a dilemma.

   "Mommy, I want to go to pee, can you come with me, mommy? I am afraid mommy, it's dark", said my little five-year-old baby boy Anav holding his trouser, with an innocent look. All the pressure within him reflected on his face. He was literally ready to explode. I guided him to the restroom..... There he goes...., like a geyser, maximum force :-p.

"okay baby lets go to sleep".

"No mommy, I want to go jogging with daddy".

"But baby, it's 5 30, daddy wakes up only at 6".

He stared at his dad.There he goes.....within a blink, he climbed the bed and hit his dad with his fragile little hands.

" daddy, Wake up. daddy wake up". Jo opened his eyes partially to see his boy hitting him.

"wake up Jo, your son wants to go jogging", I patted him.

"fine", he said in aloof, with drowsiness ruling him.

"mom, help with this essay, I need to submit today", Ziya said.

"coming", I rushed towards Ziya.

Boring, right?.

          Reading a few sentences makes you bored. Think of me, I have been living those sentences for a decade. So, let's cut it. Well... let me describe how my daily life looks like.

                 Every day, I wake up at 5. Cook breakfast and lunch. Drop my children at school. A send off for my husband. Clean the mess. Have breakfast at 11, sorry, Brunch at 11. Watch some soaps, cry, curse, feel pity for the characters..blah....blah....blah..... Followed by a nap. Then read some novels. I have a pile of books. Books keep me out of solitude. And Then pick up my children. Help them in studies. Make some dinner. And finally, a sound sleep.

This is my routine. Reading the same page for years.

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This is my debut. Mistakes are possible and I apologize for the same. Comments are welcome. Cast your vote below :).

​Cordialement votre,
Lazer Jijo