Sweet Mommy on January 27th, 2009

I have to
Drop Jahnavi to school at 8.45 am
Wax my legs and arms ( you can never escape it. It is sometimes called personal hygiene and some call it being attractive to your partner. I am doing it for the later reason).
Pick my daughter from school at 11.20 am
Write at least three posts on my [...]

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Sweet Mommy on January 24th, 2009

I love going shopping alone. That’s what I have been doing since I was 15 or so. As kids, we used to go with our mom to get our clothes and shoes.I would badger my mom to get me a pair of jeans, but as I grew older, she stared to insist that I buy [...]

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Sweet Mommy on January 21st, 2009

Its an achievement for me. In India also it was a herculean task for me to take Jahnavi to see a doctor. I would always postpone it for later. But at least for her I come out of my shell. I have never been to a clinic for myself.

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Sweet Mommy on January 20th, 2009

Life has never been so great. I am enjoying myself to the full. I have a marvelous husband, a cute little daughter and nothing to do :) I can pursue all my hobbies as I have lots of time on my hands. I don’t have to worry about what others think of me. I don’t have to confront my short tempered father in law at home or ever scheming and bitching colleagues at college.

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Sweet Mommy on January 16th, 2009

May be I have imagined it. But I think that two of the teachers at Jahnavi’s nursery have racial attitude. You may call me paranoid and impossible. When I went to drop her this morning, the older teacher asked me to use the door assigned for visitors. I told them that its not working. The younger teacher said in an aggressive tone,” But it works fine for every body else”. I was lost for words. Then I simple said “Okay” and led my daughter to hang her coat.
Now you may have not noticed anything unusual in the dialogue here. But the tone and expressions can’t be described here. The racial undercurrent was there. The younger teacher herself knows that the buzzer on the visitors’ door isn’t working. And I used the other door because on two occasions, the head teacher herself had indicated me to come through it.

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