reset

I've been feeling a bit overwhelmed with duty and being in work mode 24-hours a day. + A gnawing low-key headache all the time.

Texts from home urging me to "tum home soon" (we don't have a toddler, but everyone still uses long-ago toddlerese) weren't helping. And grief for Scout is constant and the risk of it erupting feels high.

I needed some time to myself, so after I delivered everyone to the V&A after class this afternoon, I took off for some solo adventures and shopped for gifts and splurged two pounds on a bottle of conditioner (the bar conditioner DID NOT WORK). Back at the flat, I made myself a veggie-rich meal and am beginning to feel a bit more like myself.

When I shared some pictures from last week on FB, a childhood friend remarked that I was "living the dream." Indeed, I am--time to start acting like it.

Puppy DIY-ers

Scout and Huckie all aflutter at Home Depot

Tagged for a six

Zen-Denizen tagged me to blog about six unspectacular quirks. Here’s what I think they are:

1. This may quite possibly turn out to be a medical condition: I laugh, goosebump, headlight, climax, and sometimes cry, too easily.

*** Although—while I tear up oh-so-easy (at the news, movies, songs, conversations), I’m not doing enough. In fact, my life, right now, is too much about being a bourgie dilettante. I comfort myself with the thought that when my kids are independent, I’ll go to an ashram or refugee camp or anywhere where they could use me.***

2. Most old people love me; kids frequently crush. My peers—I can never tell how they feel. Still, some of the people who love me (best friends, my sister, my husband, and an erstwhile fiancé) arrived at their pet-name for me independently. They all call me “puppy.”

*** So—I tell them female puppies grow up to be bitches.***

3. I’ve mostly been (washing and) wearing the same two bras for the last 14 months. They’re the pregnancy/nursing variety. I got them when I sprouted pregnant boobage and i’ve since been nursing (just the baby mind, not the sick and the dying) and they’re super convenient.

*** Also—re. those bras: there’s a special Pilates machine in hell reserved for me because I think they look sort of bondage-y.***

4. I love my babies. They’re perfect for snuggling, surprise me, make me giggle, break my heart, do me proud, and take my breath away. Every single day.

*** Still—the time I most look forward to is when they’re asleep and I can snuggle uninterrupted with their dad. Even better, I look forward to the day they’ll be off at college and I can snuggle up with their dad all day.***

5. I’m a freak. I grew taller after all my peers had hit their adult height. That was probably because I was severely anorexic between the ages of 16 and 19 and my body didn’t have the fuel to grow. Now when I’m turned down for a job because I’m not tall enough, I mentally beat myself up.

*** And then—I think how much more my boobs would have grown and stop beating myself up.***

6. I’m a total procrastinator and can procrastinate for months on projects that have a defined deadline.

*** Wait—you already knew that :).***

I’m going to (alphabetically) tag Anna, Blue, Kit&Kumari, Mary Anne Mohanraj, SupaRupa, and Tamasha.

The rules are as follows:

-Link the person who tagged you.
-Mention the rules in your blog.
-Tell us about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours.
-Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them.
-Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged.