Snowy tales of nothing

Sometimes it is just not easy to write...not when you want to tell it all and yet wish all could be said in just a word.

Tired? That's a no brainer.
Happy? Most of the time.
Breathless? Hell yeah!
Hungry? ALL the time
Sleepy? One loses sleep just trying to turn the belly around.
Excited? You betcha! Just 20 more days to go.
Restless? Aaaaargh... 20 LONG bloody days to go!

Why do moms and kids live in diferent timezones? As a kid, I made every working day for Amma tortuous with my extremely slow reflexes and crazy demands. Amma had to go through a minimum of 5 stories to get me from my bed to the gates of the Daycare centre.
Best part : She could not repeat any story.

I've blabbered nonstop to my kid; from fairytales to crime thrillers, sang lullabies and peppy numbers dangerously off-key, recited my entire day, complained about The Mr, even threw in a bribe of a trip to Australia to meet her Aunt ~D. No change in status. Darn it! The little brat refuses to budge. My eviction notice is gathering dust on the coffee table while the trickster keeps kicking and head-butting me from within.
Note to baby: Oh! you are so grounded from the minute you're born!

Anyways, I am off now to spend the next 30 minutes in finding that elusive "Comfortable" position to sleep in. Irony of it is, the minute I find it, I need to use the bathroom :(

My life is not your news to share

Fine!
Don't talk to me. I mean I know I left you in the lurch, ignored you citing many reasons half of which were not true while the other half could be true, if only you would look through my glasses. No, I haven't found anyone else. Except The Mr but he is out of town now.

No that is NOT why I am here. Seriously! I am capable of so much more than that.
Err...no I didn't mean that. Nope, not that either.

Anyhoo, you see 'Life is Beautiful'. Aaargh! I am not talking about the movie, i am saying my life is beautiful. Yes, technically i should share it with you, what with you being my soul mate even if you are in a public domain. No, I don't think you are the reason why people judge me as insane. They knew I am one even before they decided to meet you.

No I am not embarassed by your lack of wit, or by your silence. I understand you're troubled by my lack of sense and obscene idea of 'keeping in touch'. I will change. Err, is that really my 123rd promise? Sorry, I am a li'l weak in Math.
Ok, fine that is indeed a lame attempt a humour.

Will you please forgive me? No I can't write a poem now. I have to go out for dinner. Yes I am having a ball of a time with The Mr out of town. Yes I miss him. But he is hogging at Red Lobster, Orlando right this moment, so I have a right to have Upma and Sambhar at a friend's place while watching 'Devil wears Prada'.

Yeah, I need to crib to you about a few collagues, coupl eof bad movies and also talk lots of a few lovely books. Not today. Maybe tomorrow. Or this weekend.

I love you. No one else. No The Mr won't read this. Hopefully not.


P.S. : The title is what I wanted to tell this guy at work who was talking about what is happening in my life to someone else when I was not around. And the come right back to me and talk as if nothing happened. Anyways, I tell myself am TOO HAPPY to bother :)