So we went on the picnic on Saturday. I think the lesser I talk about it, the better, because I dont want that to remain a memory on the blog. All in all, R had a good time, and I read a good book. Chapter closed.
We played Holi yesterday in the building. The folks of the building had organized lunch (Dosa, chutney, sambhar, upma, for those who are curious) which meant I spent the morning making molagapodi and dhaniya jeera powder. Yes yes, I do utilise free time very effectively :):)
And then we went down to play. RD came back from office early and he took R down while I finished cleaning up the kitchen which had been podified thanks to my grinding abilities!
WE played till about 2 in the afternoon. Like crazy. Super fun it was.
As soon as I went down, RD drenched me to the bones with cold water. I threatened him dire consequences, but the guy didnt seem to care. And to top it off, he put colour purposely on my hair…Grrrr..which meant I had a tough time cleaning my hair. But honestly, we really enjoyed. I think I had a good time with these kids who are in class 7 to class 12 where I let them colour me, throw balloons on me and generally fool around with me. One of them said ‘Aap bahut cool hai’ Ah well, I hope R finds me cool when she is older 🙂
We ate and talked and chatted and generally had a good time.
I was thinking of an alternate career and one of the things I love doing is data entry work. You know mundane copying from one place to the other. I think I am going to search for some data entry jobs to do once R gets older and doesnt need me too much!
I was cribbing to Amma about going to the picnic. The wise mother of mine says ‘Well, now R is asking you to accompany her, wait for 2 more years, she wont even like you going to her school’ Ah well, didnt I mention my Amma is super cool!
RD had gone to Shirdi on Saturday. And he came back with a ring *rolls eyes* for R. He slipped it into her finger and that got stuck. I mean literally got stuck. R couldnt remove it. We tried soap, oil and what not. Nothing. R was worried, she cried, I screamed at RD and he kept apologising. Finally we took her to a jewellery shop. And asked the guy to cut it. She shouted, screamed, squirmed and what not. But the assistant there managed to cut it open. Phew! What drama. I tell R ‘You are not going to wear rings till you turn 18, do you get it?’
R looks at me straight into the eyes and says ‘I am NEVER EVER going to wear rings ALL mera zindagi, okay?’