Hmmm....along the way, we often have had to make a few sacrifices. Life's little ones I should say...because in the grand scheme of things, these will apparently have limited importance. Let me try to list out the few sacrifices that I was forced to make:
1. My sony headset. It was an awesome gadget that would literally boom the music into your ears. My faithful companion during my early walking attempts. I didn't even have the time to process the loan request. With two sons firmly intent on making a scrapyard of my technical gadgets, the last thing I wanted to adorn on my ears was my headset. So it went out on a loan...and it has been about a couple of months since then.
2.My reading addiction - Since I am forced to remain addicted to the antics of my sons, my addiction to reading had to be sacrificed. What is the reading that I can manage in the course of a day? Some glances at the headlines...grinning to myself that I have read it all during the night and the early morn on google news. The horoscope section deserves my careful attention. Nowadays, I check my husband's daily horoscope too. Pays well to anticipate the mercurial temperaments of men which curiously seems to parallel the daily predictions. I tried the trick of spreading the newspapers on the dining table whilst I partake of my meals. Of late, my elder twin has developed the habit of sitting on my lap and partaking of my partakings. Classics are consigned to another day, while my collection of Wodehouse and James Herriot are revisited once in a while.
3. Cooking - Yes, I was addicted to cooking (to all those who doubt my culinary skills...ask those fortunate individuals who have partaken of my culinary creations) I was an amateur cook, managing my bachelorette days...but now...I can actually count the number of times I have made the evening tea in the past three weeks...a sure single digit. :-) One baby demanding to be carried, and another baby climbing the dining table chair...you get the picture? So technically, I am banished from the kitchen and have to grit my teeth in agony whilst my husband claims that indulging in culinary experiments relaxes him. :-)
4. My mobile phone - which is perpetually in three pieces. My sons find it fascinating to bang it to the floor, and watch in admiration as the display, the battery and the cover fly into three different zones. Thankfully they are not so bothered about the battery. And while I quickly dive to retrieve it, I can only thank heavens that my phone is a Nokia.
More sacrifices will probably follow...since much is expected from people on whom much responsibility is placed, right?
4 comments:
UNFAIR!
I strongly urge the fraternity and.. (maternity) to come up with arms to rend these theories of sacrifice...
How many of you would agree that 'sacrificing' the day long culinary antics for the adult(s) who hardly remember to make a positive remark for the meal prepared so lovingly, to limiting oneself to making a lovely mash for the toddler(s) who munch / nibble at the hand that feeds it with the 'teething' teeth while giving the much needed exercise is a SACRIFICE?
More rebuttals to follow
Hmmm Orangemoongazer...did I ever tell you about the spread that I had planned to cook when you come around to visit B and R? Well, you can safely forget about that for now...and instead hope to partake of restaurant offerings. :-) Waiting for the rest of the rebuttals...but in the meantime, may I take the permission of drawing your attention to the title of the post - the keyword is 'little'. :-)
Happened to pass by your blog. well written...
@sSai Pradeep - Thanks :-)
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