So what do you all day?

I’m so tired of everyone asking me this. And all the other variants “You’re free the whole day, why dont you do XYZ”. And I hate it the most when XYZ = exercise. Hello people out there. Taking care of a kid all day isnt easy. Its as crazy and as demanding as any hot shot corporate job. Try it.

Its 1 am and I’m tired. My head spins. My eyes are blurred. But I am just so godamm tired I cant go to sleep. There’s just so much in my head screaming to be let out. I need a voice. I need to write. To express myself.

So here’s my answer to all those who keep asking me “So you’re sitting at home and chilling? Why dont you do something”. Here’s what a typical day is like:
Wake up at 7:00. Feed and burp baby. Try to sleep some more coz I’ve only got about 4 hours of sleep at night. Finally get up at 8:00. Have tea, get ready, go for a walk by 8:30. Get back home by 9:00. Change nappy. Take baby out into the sun – NOW. Cant exercise or have breakfast first coz then the sun gets too hot for Junior. Junior wakes up and doesnt want to stay in his bassinet. PIck up baby and walk in the sun. At 9:45 I ask Dad to watch over Junior for a while. I’ll go exercise and have breakfast. Phone rings. Answer phone. Mom asks me to get some stuff. By the time I start exercising Dad calls me back to watch the kid. It’s been all of 10 minutes. So I go out again. By 10:30 I’m ravenous. I take Junior back inside and sit down for breakfast. I’m not even half way through and the bell rings. It’s Munni bai. Junior’s maalish wali. Junior starts crying just about now. Mom and Munni bai think Junior is hungry and must be fed. I leave breakfast half way thru and go feed him. I have to ‘be there’ and keep an on the maalish else Munni bai will finish it all in 5 minutes and walk away. So while she massages the baby, I tidy up the room, make the bed etc. And again, I think – let me exercise. I manage all of 10 crunches when Junior starts to wail. He’s sleepy and doesnt want to be massaged. Heck 10 crunches are in no way going to help even a teeny-weeny bit to get rid of the 10 kgs I’ve put on. I move over and talk to him and play with him to keep him awake thru his massage. I finish my breakfast while Munni bai bathes the baby. And then oh yeah – i feed him again. Its 11:45 am. I rush in for a bath. One more nappy change. It’s 12:30. Sigh.. where did the morning go. I make a few phone calls to try get some info and contacts about coaching classes in Indore. It’s 1:30. Have lunch. Some more phone calls. 2 o’clock – feed baby again. Junior poops. Clean him up. 3 o’clock rush to cousin’s place. They just move to Indore today. Till 5:15 pm help them unpack. Get back home by 6:00pm. Quick shower. Feed junior yet again. He’s been a good boy. Didnt trouble Dad much while Mom and I were away. 7:00 to 8:00 pm – play with Junior. He’s excited and happy. Keep him entertained. 8:00 pm – have dinner. 8:30 pm – feed junior. Keep him entertained. 9:00 pm lotsa read spots show up on Junior’s right hand. Looks like some insect has bitten him. He’s crying. Put ointment. Rock him. Oh, and he pooped again – twice. 10:00 pm feed junior again. Cousin’s come over, sit with them. Junior sleeps, wakes, cries, plays. 11 pm – massage junior and change his clot
hes. 11:30 pm to 12:30 am feed junior (yes, yet again) and try get him to sleep. He starts bawling as soon as I put him down. So I have to hold him – and keep feeding him every 5 minutes. He finally drifts into sleep. Its 1 am. Junior awakes with a start and refuses to quiten down. Try feeding him again. He sleeps – finally … I hope… It’s 1:30 am. My head is spinning.. my eyes blur….

I already have chores for each afternoon lined up. Tomorrow is a trip to shop for Junior. Need a sling – he’s getting too heavy to walk around with all day.. Thursday is a trip to the bank. Friday, its something else…..Each day.. 24 hours.. just whizzes by before my eyes..

Sigh.. tomorrow is another day….