My Dream Beach Vacation Vs My Real Vacation with Toddler

My Dream Beach Vacation Vs My Real Vacation with Toddler

I am going to the beach. Yayy!

But with a nine month old toddler added to the mix, I wonder if it’s actually going to be a vacation.

Just 5 days to go until the official start of my family vacation in Goa. And it’s not like ‘just 5 days to go before I hit the sand’ but rather more like ‘just 5 days to go until I get three root canals in succession’!

In my perfect dream vacation, my family and I would spend our time together basking under the glory of the sun, savoring scrumptiously chilled watermelons while bonding over teamwork to create perfectly designed sand-castles.

But in the real world with toddler, my vacation would go something like this – “Mom, baby SMASHED my palace!” NO…Don’t throw sand at the baby! What? Did baby SWALLOW that shell? Hell!

My Dream Beach Vacation Vs My Real Vacation with Toddler

In perfect world, I lie languid at the beach with my favorite book. My son is somewhere around the sea playing with my husband as I relax and enjoy endless hours of solitude. My marble skin gradually tans into a shimmery shade of bronze and my hair look perfect.

I know reality would bite, when every afternoon the sole mission of our every activity under the sun would be to protect our toddler from the scorching heat. The summer thunderstorms would chase us. And my hair would turn into an enormous cloud of untamed fringes!

In my perfect dream vacation, after putting our 6 year old son to sleep, dear husband and I go out for long romantic walks at the beach, we have fun at night clubs and linger over drinks.

But with a toddler in tow, most of our typical romantic nights in real world vacation would be crammed into that precious three-hour space between her finally falling asleep and us suddenly passing out! I know it’s going to happen!

My Dream Beach Vacation Vs My Real Vacation with ToddlerMy toddler whose whole life is a vacation is blissfully unaware of my vacation. So relaxation is not really in the cards when I think about my upcoming vacation. But this does not mean that I won’t have fun. I will have fun but it will be a different kind of fun.

I may not get plenty of peaceful time, I may not get enough romantic time, but I would surely get lots and lots of play time. Though ‘play’ can be a strong phrase!

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5 Reasons I Suck at Being Traditional-Style Indian Housewife

why I am bad at being traditional style indian housewife

Back in my early 20s if anyone had suggested that I, an ambitious, freedom loving feminist put my career path on hold to be an Indian style home maker for my husband and family, I would have slayed them. What my younger self didn’t realize at that time was sometimes in life it’s not you who make the choices but circumstances that make the choices for you.

And so with seven years of marriage and two little kids in tow, I had no choice but to stay at home with my kids. More so, since my husband’s job requires a lot of travel, we worked on this old-fashioned arrangement to provide a constant in our kids’ lives. So call it a circumstance or choice, I’m now a housewife!

Yes, I used to have a corporate job. I’m also a writer. But with complete lack of substantial income, the fact remains – I’m a housewife! Whether I call myself housewife with a hobby or a housewife who writes, I cannot deny myself the title ‘Housewife’.

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But no matter how hard I try to fine-tune myself for the time-honored title, there are certain things about traditional style Indian housewife that just don’t sit well with me. Here are 6 reasons why I suck at being traditional style Indian housewife.

  1. I don’t aspire to housekeeping excellence:

Agreed, it’s my responsibility to keep the surroundings clean and presentable but having a sparkling, perfectly tidy house is not a priority to me. Devoting full hours to shifting furniture, arranging crockery, or perfectly folding never-ending piles of clean washed clothes is not my cup of coffee.

  1. I don’t like going to kitty parties:

If you are in India and a housewife, you know, kitty party tops the list for recreation. Also, you need a group to socialize and have fun. But besides exchanging domestic inanities and playing a few card games, the kitty party members in my locality do not do much. And before one get-together is over they are already planning the next and soon you are sucked into regular dates and forced friendships.

This is not conducive to my personality. I like to socialize sporadically and remain anonymous. So thank you.

  1. I don’t enjoy mom-talk:

Sure, I can talk at length about fixing fussy eating habits or regularizing poop schedules but that does not mean I enjoy it. I would rather love to banter about the business of books than business of food and poop.

  1. I don’t like to cook and discuss recipes:

I do know how to prepare and serve delicious food but I like to do it for myself. When it comes to serving guests or cooking something special for family, I am perfectly happy to serve them pizza or ready-made meals. And please don’t discuss your recipes with me.

  1. I don’t like to gossip:

Well, to be honest, it would be wrong to say that I don’t like gossip. Because, I do – when I am really wasted for time, I do enjoy reading all the juicy gossip on my Facebook account feed about half a million people in the world, all of whom I don’t even know just because it’s fun to know they exist. Also, these stories help me dream and wonder about different people and places in the world.

But if you ask me whether I would like to know why the husband of so and so woman who lives in our neighborhood left her for another woman, then nope, I am not interested. It’s none of my business. I have other things to do.

Anyways, regardless of how I suck at my honorary title, the truth is I am here. And I will make it through – somewhere between order and chaos with random glimmers of success and occasional stints of failing.