There's a party going on in my stomach...

...that's how my son responded when I asked him how he had liked his favorite egg sandwich that I had made for him. I laughed when he said that and like all of us mothers who think the world is at their feet when their little one)or big one for that matter) does something they think is either oh so smart, oh so cute, oh so good, oh so out of this work, oh so rocket scientistic etc etc even if it is something like burping on their own - I thought the same. What a witty intelligent kid this handsome kid (yes once again belong to the category of mom's who think their son is the best looking kid ever) is! I was smiling ear to ear, ready to record in the blog of how no other kid can come close to my Einstein, Salman Khan(looks only pls...without the height impediment of course), Sachin Tendulkar(without the height impediment again ...gosh why are all our heroes in the 'shuru hothe hi khatam ho jaate category') rolled into one.

Later I hear Shaggy (of Scooby-Doo fame) saying something similar. All my good intentions of bragging and repeating the story about 5 times to everyone who is remotely connected to me in any way were punctured sparing them the agony of pretending to share my enthusiasm and most importantly agreeing with me. *Sigh*.
Then a brilliant idea hits me. I should just take another approach - how he so intelligently picks up the best thing to say - how witty he is - how smart, how very....you get the point? ;-)

TGIF

It's friday! Yaaay! Like the millions of others who work a job to feed the paapi pet, I rejoice when the best day of the week Dawns. There is a spring in the step and enthu in the outlook as you tackle Friday knowing well that the end of it all you will be rewarded with a couple of days that you don't need to think about a lot of things you mostly don't want to think about most of the time. Work being foremost amongst them. There was a time I used to enjoy my work - love doing what I did - tackling new problems - working out best solutions and knowing that I was good at what I did. I still do some of the times, but most of the times I see myself waiting to wiggle out of it. Maybe it is working from home Syndrome - wherein you find yourself taking a lot breaks and also feel like you are working almost all the time to make amends for the breaks taken. There is always something left to do. And I have lately not been liking it that somewhere lurking in my brain is the module I needed to finish but did not get time to test thoroughly. I know some of us can just put niggles aside and get on with life, but unfortunately me not being one of them, I find myself worrying about it unconciously all the time. I could be most happy if I did not have work to worry me and I keep thinking how wonderful it would be to not work at all. Maybe not as fun as I am making it out to be. I do enjoy the challenge that work provides, the discipline it requires and the neccessity to learn new things. (which I would not do otherwise for sure). Left alone with nothing, I do feel the mind resembles a devil's workshop but at the same time the possibilities it presents is exciting. I know I am going to explore that route but for now there are miles to go before I sleep - so I will just keep counting them knowing that they are going down - mile by significant mile!