Just another day
It is a bright monday morning and I am writing this post for my tuesday's "J" article. I am naming this post "Just another day" to describe my monday at the Mehta household. So coming to my bright morning, I cannot hear any birds chirping, but I can hear loud drilling sounds coming from the construction site right next to my house. I shut the windows as the dust comes in hordes and finds my laptop to settle on.
My K is ill today! I am so happy. Not because he is sick but because he is home. Having your husband home with you on a Monday is a good thing. I am blogging and he is jabbering on the phone to sort his work at office. I have done my wifely duties of giving him hot steam for his cold, good breakfast, medicines and now some coconut water for energy. Now it's time for me to work and also walk around the house to make sure the maids are working. (Yeah, that's marriage). Maids, house, food along with my blogging, art and commissions. Can you believe I am yet to start my orders. I am just not getting the time.
People say you have to "make" time. But how. I am honestly still figuring out where my time is going. I really need more than twenty four hours in a day. I feel I need thirty hours atleast.
Afternoon:Loads of food and a bowlful of Aamras later we retired to our rooms. K scooted off to pick up his protein powder as life without that is incomplete for him. I am finally getting my much needed "me" time. Now I will watch Grey's Anatomy and sketch on the side. Perks of working from home is that you can watch shows and doodle simultaneously. (sometimes)
Caught up on my shows, finished one illustration, soaked "sabudana" for dinner time. Its past six and now the Mehta kitchen is roaring alive. Mil is busy making some roasted snacks and in a while we will start making dinner. I will have to take mini breaks and try to sketch in the middle whenever I can. I haven't started my commissions yet. (Somebody shout at me) I miss my Mom in such times. She used to watch me waste time and let me, but when I stretched it way past my deadline then I was dead. So when she would say "enough now, get to work", I would work so well (out of shame) that I would finish my order in less than two days. (Miss you mom)
Dinner is done. The Sabudana Khichdi became all chewing-gum like.
Dil has created a new law for the house. We all have to now listen to something positive every night post dinner at the table. So a ten minute talk of any motivational/spiritual speaker will be turned on every night at home. It's good I guess to end the day on a positive note. But post that I am going to watch a nice episode of Big Bang Theory. Those episodes are truly medicinal. Or else some re-runs of F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
PS- The "J" doodle to showcase my love for junk food!! I have hidden all the food I love into this drawing. Can you'll spot what all I have drawn?