Notes for today
I came across a fantastic mommy blog. Yes, I used both those words in the same sentence, so imagine how good it would have been. I added the link to my blogroll and voila! it disappeared. When I tried to go back and find it, it said the blog was protected and I had to log in. I did it a hundred times and still no Mad Momma.
So Mad Momma, mum to the Brat and the Bean, if you ever come to my space, please let me find you.
Today, my domestic help came with a trainee (as she's going away to India for 10 days). The new lady's Sri Lankan and doesn't speak anything other than Sinhalese. And my woman is Mallu and has never been to school. I was wondering how the communicate till I asked Chandra, the Sinhala, how old her kids were. She called to Fatima, my constant, to translate for her. And guess what they spoke in.
Pure, fluent, gorgeous Arabic.
The one big advantage of being a homemaker is that you don't have to make the occasional choice of being faithful. You don't meet enough men to warrant any kind of attraction. So the choice to remain monogamous doesn't have to be reiterated all the time.
Unless you fall in love online or something. Then god help you.
Payday came to me after more than a year now. And, boy, is my list long.
New baby cot because Shyama has outgrown her older one.
Longines/Omega for my father, in appreciation for all that he is.
Oh-kay then, that was the fastest I've spent my salary, ever.
Yesterday was hilarious with my aunt reverting to her childishness and trying to antagonise me. What a laugh I had. More on her on a later date. But right now, I sincerely hope and pray her mind will reach the ripe old age of 43 that her birth certificate proves her to be.