Home delivery

Isnt Bombay just great!! I mean I moan and bitch about the ditches and the little bits of what used to be roads all over the city, but especially in Versova. But clever clever vendors have figured that out already by the sight of my lips sying f***er bmc. So Mohamed need not go to the mountain - the mountains they be coming to me!!!

This morning Knock Knock - who's there. Hair. Hair Who? I yem here for your haircut madam. I mean isnt that just plain super - lazy me, who ignores all the dire warnings of the stylists who say, please come in for a cut every six weeks with big ruppee signs where their pupils should be, has managed to get hold of a cool hairstylist who will come over!!

So, today he came and I didnt have the spritzer and he didnt have a spritzer, so he gave me a spiel about my hair having soft lovely texture and not needing a spritzer. I was a bit sceptical, having never had a spritz free haircut before. But off he went, snip snip snip, and mini snips while Amelia in background is screaming mama, no haircut. And There, before you could say bomble+bumble, I had swishy shoulder length hair. Having lost quite a bit of weight, hehehehe, but not to feel too pleased, because at the rate I am compensating my body for its 6weeks of starvation, it will probably all come back soon, but not just yet, I am quite willing to show off my shoulders and neck and loving this clean, hippie hair look. I'm already having visions of playing with the tec ball amd creating textured spiky hair one day and a smooth sophisticated blow out, for cocktails.

But since cocktails and edgy looks dont play a prominent role in my watch baber the elephant every evening life, i'm thinking wash and wear will be most frequented look.

But I love it for now, and I love the home delivery service especially. How cupcakes!! my next mountain.

transistions

I am not sure if everybody feels like their whole life is a life lived in transitions - I have this fantasy of when I grow up, this is the house I will have - but I cant because I have the cats I didnt plan and the child i wanted but imagined would be more disciplined. So, the house in tonal white, with splashes of colour? More like Dark wood that is sooo over, for me atleast but I have to live with, since it disguises the damages of the cats and the baby tornado.

But I'm getting used to it - and having friends in the building, other mothers I bond with over thela chinese and budweisers, while the gazillion toys amelia got as birthday loot keep her and playmates occupied.

And now the husband wants to move to south Bombay - I dont know who thinks this will solve all our problems. So, we've been going apartment viewing and while I have seen one abslutoly gorgeous one, you know where I start planning where my fantasy eames lounger will go and my dining table with the ghost dining chairs. And though I know that will never happen, I trudge behind the husband asking pretend well-thought out realty questions, hating the thought of having to start all over again. And getting angst from the father as well on the thought of his precious grand-daughter moving far far away from him.

working again

So my story is now when everybody asks so, are you working - erm no!!

It's not that its reall hard to work around a two year old's schedule, it's like I've slowed down. I cant remeber what age I am anymore - like the sales rep at TRue Fitness the hot yoga fellow smirked at when I got all flustered over this question.

And I crave a bit of a snooze on my stylish but not super comfortable sofa every afternoon at 3pm. I wait for 7pm, so i can meet up with the other superbored mommies in my building (again God's way of getting back at me for laughing at other mommies who did this when I thought I was so cool in my golds gym in the evenings before a drink at purple haze days).

And I am in a hate/ need relationship with my baby nanny of all people - never been driven to tears by somebody else's whims and moods before - aaaaaaaaaargh!!
So all these things need to be sorted out before I can even think about employment.

Can not allow myself to become those scary mothers who live through their children and get very annoyed when the bacchas stymie their ambitions.