We are growing up. FAST!

So I have been away, again!

And that’s because I heard those three dreaded words from my maid “I am leaving”! Yes, I do see all of your heads shaking in been-there-done-that agreement. So our super cool maid cum nanny is going to her village and won’t be back, possibly, for 2 months. Of course it set my pulse racing. How would we find a new maid so soon? Would she be reliable enough? Will she be able to take care of the ever-growing-naughty little S? Questions and dilemmas of a working mother loomed large.

A few interviews of prospective helps were taken. None managed to impress. The husband is in the midst of changing his jobs. More stress. What if the new maid runs away after the first few days? Like they are wont to do. We take the next logical, but difficult decision. S needs a day care now. It’s professional and (God bless them) they won’t run away! After all, I have to turn up for work every day too. We go to the best Day care school in our vicinity. They have no seats. They said they will “try their best”!

Crestfallen, we resume the search for a maid again. There are some who don’t like us, and the others whom we can’t seem to trust! In panic stricken mood, I call the day care again if their “best” has worked out for us. And hallelujah! One child who was supposed to leave the day care in May has had to prepone and is leaving this month itself. And by (happy) coincidence, little S starts her day care tomorrow, which is also our maid’s last working day with us. God, you couldn’t have been kinder.

Also, the husband starts his new job next week. Lots of beginnings in our household. None as special as the first day Little S will have tomorrow. I am, of course, excited and nervous. For both of us. It’s our first day tomorrow. Wish us luck 🙂

When I told S that she would be going to “schoool” this week, she repeated after me “Zooo”. Well, the girl is really down to earth and knows herself too well, no? 🙂

Also, in the meantime, the 16 month old got potty trained (almost). A few accidents do happen every now and then. But she’s gotten the gist. We are mighty proud. Of ourselves of course 😛

Her latest fascination is catching mosquitoes, cockroaches and flies. She seems to be fascinated with them. But she also gets agitated when she isn’t able to catch one. The war cry when she’s launching herself in the battle is a must-see. It sends us rolling on the floor.

She has seen our maid’s mother keep her cellphone in her blouse. So she automatically thinks that her own mother does the same. So, without any warning, irrespective of wherever we are, she pries open my shirt/kurta/top and looks around for a phone. And yes, she has done this in public too. The never ending joys of motherhood! 😛
And so, in one of those moments of insanity, trying to protect my assets from becoming a public view, I ended up inventing this:
“Motherhood is when you decide to exchange your hour glass figure and fiercely guarded modesty for a lifetime of unlimited public faux pas and infinite love”! What say mommies?

Breaking The Glass Ceiling

The one fallacy that I have woken up to after becoming a mother is how indifferent the corporate culture is towards working mommies. For all the shout outs about women friendly policies, women empowerment, breaking the glass ceiling etc. the truth is far from rosy.

 

The ruthless corporate culture expects a woman to deliver a baby, heal, bond, feed, wean and get back to office in 3 months flat. Yes, that is the maternity leave most of the corporates extend to their female employees. In reality, how many of us can adhere to that deadline is anybody’s guess.

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