A blogger is like a bathroom singer - performing from the shadows. I am both - a blogger and a bathroom singer. Less of the latter of late - there are too many things to worry about that life is no longer a song... more of a wail! Inspite of it, the bath and the closet (not the Indian one) continues to be a place where u can unwind... err not just literally. Arrange you thoughts and make a list of things to do and ruminate over things done.
The kids no longer enjoy their bath - Ash howls throughout because he cant have his dad bathing him. Mira, because she cant mess with the water and the soap.
Talking of kids and water, a relative's 2-year-old grandchild drowned in a bucket of water just last week. A bucket kept to collect rainwater. It has increased my paranoia.
"Children can drown in less than 2 inches of water, so children should never be left unsupervised in or near any amount of water." - warns many baby websites.
p.s. Babycentre India has been launched.
When a child is born, so is a mother... A working mother's growing up years with her two children.
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