Come Sunday and I am in a bit of a frenzy. Being a working mother (so what if I work from home, it is still work and it requires as much devotion), I do not get to spend as much time with my daughter as I’d like to. So like any working mother in the world, my guilt overtakes my better sense and I think of ways to make it up to my child. This Sunday was no less different. Well, now come to think of it, it was a little different. With my husband travelling (yes on a weekend too), I did not only need to think of activities but also to do them all alone.
When I woke up, I did not even drink my customary glass of hot water, before I sat at the laptop to search for ‘activities to do with your kid this weekend’. Google is an amazing thing. Seriously, it’s the answer to all your prayers. Well, almost. So these activities, I found aplenty. Some in Goregaon East, Chembur or in Thane. Then I thought of visiting my relations who stay in South Mumbai, but then thought the better of it. Traveling four hours for a two-hour visit did not seem like a smart thing to do. Then I thought of visiting the newly done Five Gardens in Wadala. But I again dropped the plan. I said I was guilty, not suicidal. Travelling in a local train or a BEST bus for hours with a child who asked to be carried round and when refused, sat unceremoniously anywhere or everywhere she found herself (even if that meant on a dirty street), was certainly not my idea of a fun day.
I called up a few friends to arrange for a play date, but as luck would have it, they all had plans. I thought I would catch the new Madagascar movie playing at a cinema near my place. But it was running only in 3D and my daughter refused to wear the glasses. It wouldn’t have been fun for her. She doesn’t enjoy the malls, so again a big cross on it as well.
After running out of ideas, I finally switched on the television. And once started, we spent the entire afternoon watching one stupid thing after another. In the evening, we spent off some restless energy doing (oops, trying) hula hoop. And lastly, we went for a short walk and ate ice creams. So that was our Sunday. It started with some good intentions, somehow they just didn’t materialize. And as for the guilt, it’s amazing how quickly it disappears when confronted with sloth. 😉