"If you really want to do something, you’ll find a way. If you don’t, you’ll find an excuse"
So here Iam with an excuse - "Lack of Time".Okay.Now that the baby is asleep and the work is a bit sorted,I have found sometime to rant in here.Been a silent spectator of the new found freedom my blog readers had for the last few months and merrily did they hop to other cosy spaces in the blogosphere.I do appreciate it.Save yourself from the misery.I ain't going to be a regular blogger until the baby turns a toddler and the toddler turns a teenager.Many posts that are drafted in my mind will never see the day of light.Sigh!
Blogging is something I love,but pressed for time.Forget about blogging,one doesn't have the time to pick up the comb until those birds threaten to apply for a permanent residence.There are folks who might tell you that the moment your baby hits the first year mark,life might just settle down magically and you can jolly well begin your bindaas lifestyle all over again.Nayyyy!... How I wish.Once you are a mommy life changes forever.You become a juggler of tasks.You are either doing this or that..thinking this or that.Getting a decent 8 hour sleep has become a thing of the past.Even if the baby sleeps through the night (which in itself is a rare event) you are so accustomed waking up day in and day out,that you eventually wake up to check if everything is indeed alright.
So life moves on..not that Iam complaining,just wish if there was little time to atleast put up a few posts about her..for her..when fresh in the memory.May be she will enjoy reading them when she is all grown up.An online diary sorts.Hmm,I gotta try and fit that in somewhere in the 'To-Do' List.I do enjoy watching every bit of my daughter growing up.Iam the first one to witness many of her firsts.Like the other day when she woke up,and daring all the pillows blocking her way,came crawling straight to a busy me in the other room blabbering 'MA...MA..MAMA'.It scares the hell outta me to imagine her sitting in some daycare and crying to be put to sleep.Just few moments back,as I rocked,patted and sshhed she wouldn't settle down and went crawling to her little bed to sleep.The maternal heart was sure proud and a bit sad, for she is slowly sprouting wings to fly.. & guess what..exactly five minutes later,she crawls right back into my arms,settles herself happily and falls asleep again on my bosom :) As my Dad rightly said "You must be blessed to watch her grow".Indeed Iam.'Being me' has to wait a little longer.I remind myself there are gonna be days when both of us are gonna giggle together sharing a joke about her Pappa,cook together,watch a movie together,shop together and freak out like best buddies.Yes,looking at the bigger picture..I can wait :)
