I have to apologize for not writing everyday these days, but I guess its simply because things are pretty crazy these days.
With new projects, old ones, learning new things and managing a very eventful family time. Gone are the days of the comfortable 9-5 where the people and territory were familiar. When it was just the two of us living like bachelors. Where once the hours were clocked, you could wash down the day with a bunch of friends and a glass of wine without a worry.
When you’re removed from such a setting, comfort is thrown down the garbage chute and you get up sprinting everyday. Or in my case, are woken up by a kick in the face from our 9 month old boy. And this literal kick-starting of a day, propels us into non stop action.
It’s almost like a Rohit Shetty movie minus the flying cars. A few rattling autos make an appearance but I guess those don’t count.
The morning starts with chaos. Getting ready for work and getting the baby ready for daycare. Firing off instructions to the cook, packing lunches, gobbling breakfast and glancing at the headlines if I’m lucky. Once the husband takes the baby off, there’s a breather for 3 minutes before guilt sets in and makes me want to maximise the few baby-free hours I have.
I then get down to work. And sometimes starting can be a little tenuous, especially if its a totally new job. Like writing a script for a TV show. How do you even start doing that? One would imagine that with the amount of TV I’ve watched in my life, it should’ve been a cake-walk, but its not half as easy. So on days when I need to work on something like this, I take my time getting off the starting block. I’m forced to think of the how of mundane things like watching a food show and what makes it worth it to keep watching these shows regardless of long ad-breaks.
By the time I get started and have penned down 7 lines I’m happy with, I realise its time to pick up the little one from his daycare where he spends the first half of the day.
After that, the day goes by in a blur. With a series of diaper changes, feedings, picking up after him and picking him up after he falls (or is about to). I have part time help, but anyone who has been with a baby will tell you, no number of adults are ever enough to manage a tiny human. Not to mention taking care of my mom-in-law who’s floating between sunny and cloudy days with her on-going treatment.
The second shift of work begins after the baby has been put to bed for the night and this time I’m up against sleep, the biggest enemy of them all these days. All focus goes into making sure I’m not writing trash, just because its dark and everyone including the husband and sleeping away.
This is also the time when I need to write a post if I’ve not done so already during the day.
Writing a post everyday is my diet. Its cathartic. And its what I need to do to bring some order in my life and feel reassured that I’m on a productive, adventurous, exciting mission. And I want to take this opportunity to tell you that I may be late, but like a good period, I will not scare for long and come back right again!
However many times I may yawn in a day, the above is unconditionally true. At least thats what this blog serves to remind me everyday.
So by the time I shut my laptop, its halfway to morning already and I’m looking my worst best, and ready to be kicked in my face to start yet another exciting day.