Poppy. Xena came up with this nickname all on her own. We have no idea how and why. We'd made nice plans of getting our child to call us 'Mama' and 'Papa'. But she had her own plans. She has toyed with 'Mommy', 'Mummy', 'Mama', 'Mommers', 'Mumsy', and 'Mimi' to address me, but she has been pretty consistent in calling him 'Poppy'. Though once in a while, he does become 'Poppers' or 'Popsy', she always goes back to 'Poppy'. Now even I call him 'Poppy'. I'm sure that people who overhear us might be gagging at the overly sickly sweet nickname they assume I've given my hubby.
Anyway, the point of the post is that Poppy is back! After two whole weeks! I am so thrilled and relieved.
- Family walks to the beach, yeayyyy!
- I can finally exchange the good, bad and ugly happenings of the day with someone who's not three years old.
- I can 'pass the parcel' when Xena drives me crazy. (Contrary to popular belief, sometimes she does.)
- I can catch up on my work deadlines. (He will drop her at school so I'll have more time in the mornings.)
- Xena's race cars that have raced their way under our heavy couch can now be retrieved.
- I've been eating out or packing food from outside for the last two weeks. I can finally have ghar ka khana! Not that he's the one who's going to make it. Just that it's so boring to cook for one, I prefer cooking for four (yes, contrary to his appearance, he eats for three). I could cook for four and eat it over four meals, you say? No can do. Because Xena will stand at the kitchen door with her puppy face asking me to come out and play with her. Also, one of my favourite moments is cooking to the sound of the two of them playing football in the dining room.
- When I've exhausted my barrel of self-created stories, I can always say, "Ok, now Poppy will tell you the next story."
- I can take a looooong shower in peace.
- The cockroach dead body disposal service in our house falls under his department and I kid you not when I tell you that the dead cockroach in the kitchen has been there for the last two days.
- I have been sweeping the house, but it can finally get vacuumed yipppeee! You see, due to Xena's lung condition, we don't use a regular vacuum cleaner. We use the industrial-strength Rainbow vacuum cleaner, and only Viv can operate it because let's just say that if I am Ravan's son Indrajit, the damned vacuum cleaner is Angad's foot.
Is it therefore any wonder that in my head, I'm jubilantly singing (very very loudly at that), a catchy but horrible song from the 90s?
Mera piya ghar aaya, o ramji!
Anyway, the point of the post is that Poppy is back! After two whole weeks! I am so thrilled and relieved.
- Family walks to the beach, yeayyyy!
- I can finally exchange the good, bad and ugly happenings of the day with someone who's not three years old.
- I can 'pass the parcel' when Xena drives me crazy. (Contrary to popular belief, sometimes she does.)
- I can catch up on my work deadlines. (He will drop her at school so I'll have more time in the mornings.)
- Xena's race cars that have raced their way under our heavy couch can now be retrieved.
- I've been eating out or packing food from outside for the last two weeks. I can finally have ghar ka khana! Not that he's the one who's going to make it. Just that it's so boring to cook for one, I prefer cooking for four (yes, contrary to his appearance, he eats for three). I could cook for four and eat it over four meals, you say? No can do. Because Xena will stand at the kitchen door with her puppy face asking me to come out and play with her. Also, one of my favourite moments is cooking to the sound of the two of them playing football in the dining room.
- When I've exhausted my barrel of self-created stories, I can always say, "Ok, now Poppy will tell you the next story."
- I can take a looooong shower in peace.
- The cockroach dead body disposal service in our house falls under his department and I kid you not when I tell you that the dead cockroach in the kitchen has been there for the last two days.
- I have been sweeping the house, but it can finally get vacuumed yipppeee! You see, due to Xena's lung condition, we don't use a regular vacuum cleaner. We use the industrial-strength Rainbow vacuum cleaner, and only Viv can operate it because let's just say that if I am Ravan's son Indrajit, the damned vacuum cleaner is Angad's foot.
Is it therefore any wonder that in my head, I'm jubilantly singing (very very loudly at that), a catchy but horrible song from the 90s?
Mera piya ghar aaya, o ramji!
7 comments:
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Hahahaha:-) sweet one!
Hahaha...
Even I manage with fruits/milk when hubby is travelling..can't cook for one..
Xena has race cars, wow!
Never heard of those before.
you most certainly deserve a long shower after two weeks alone with a 3 year old. :)
I always had this question but never got around to asking : how do you cook while keeping Xena entertained? I definately need cartoons at that time :)
Mera piya ghar aaya?? Complete with the dance routine? ;-)
Thank you very much for putting that horrible song in my head.. :/
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