Let me start it like this… I and my brat (three year old son) seems to have work defined between us. Momma is meant to clean the house and Brat is meant to create a mess.

I would like to mention incidents of mess created at my home:

Incident 1:

Brat woke up to a clean home and rushed to me saying he is damn hungry. I being a concerned mom got busy in making breakfast for him and he went to water my plants. Praising him for his good work I came back to see my balcony overflowing with water. Brat standing with mug in his hands and grinning. Mess created.

Incident 2:

After breakfast, I asked brat to sit and color his drawing book. As an obedient boy he went and bought his book and started colouring. I too got engrossed in my work soon to realize that he has dirtied his clothes with paints. Again mess created.

Incident 3:

Brat insisted on playing with coloured dough. I warned him saying he will make my entire drawing room dirty and I want to keep it clean. He promised me that he will play in one corner and keep the place clean. In just fifteen minutes my entire hall was covered with tiny miniatures created by him which he denied to clean up. Mess created.

Incident 4:

As clothes has piled up and needed a wash cycle, I have washed and dried them. Also, I have folded it and went to take rest. When I came back I found my brat peeping out of the heap of piled (washed) clothes. Mess created.

I keep wondering as when will that day come when my home will be clean enough and I will not feel shy of inviting people to my place. Its rightly said ” A clean home depicts that there are no kids”.  


Pic courtsey: thisperfectmessblog.com

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sweeping Motions.”

What’s messier right now — your bedroom or you computer’s desktop (or your favorite device’s home screen)? Tell us how and why it got to that state.


Confession time!!

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Dictionary, Shmictionary.”

Time to confess: tell us about a time when you used a word whose meaning you didn’t actually know (or were very wrong about, in retrospect).

I always fight with my dearest hubby, as he keeps on correcting me for the words I use or the way I pronounce it. Sometimes I do it mistakenly while at many times it’s intentional. I just love to annoy him. I remember an incident during our courtship period which comes alive every time I spell the word “career”.

My then fiancee (who is now my darling husband) had come to meet me for the first time and we were sitting in the restaurant and chatting over lunch. I was pursuing my CA and were discussing on its future prospects and I said ” I really want to go ahead in my carrier (career I meant) but pronounced it wrongly. He corrected me immediately and made me pronounce it after him. Not only this, he also explained me the meaning of both words which annoyed me literally. But I stayed quiet for sometime as I was very embarrassed. He had sensed it and said grinning ” Oh come on! It happens with everyone and mistakes happen and we learn from it,

I was thinking deep within me, What kind of guy is he? At least he could have corrected me later and not today. To confess I stayed quiet that day, but today I keep pronouncing words incorrectly and he still keeps correcting me.