The Exasperated Mommy Bloglet

Posted on June 4, 2022June 4, 2022 Posted in blurt outs, challenges, cognitive dissonance, current events, cynical, family, how in the world, Learning, Life, life's lessons, looped, Love, matter of fact, MLM, modern families, mother and child, parenting, people, raising kids, rants, relationships, SAHM, self-awareness, telling stories, the human mind, the writer in me, turbulence, what kids want, what women wantTagged 2022, according to kids, bonding with kids, bored kids, communication, during the summer, emo, hot and bothered, hot and hangry, raising a boy, raising a teen, raising kids, turbulent teensLeave a comment

Living with a teenager is quite like living with an overly opinionated, randomly emo, rather ignorant, squaking parrot who you love to bits but want to silence by throwing a tarp over.

Eye Roll Blog Post#2

Posted on May 5, 2022May 5, 2022 Posted in blurt outs, challenges, current events, family, fresh hits, home, how in the world, in this day and age, Indulgence, kids at play, Learning, Life, life's lessons, looped, Love, matter of fact, MLM, modern families, mother and child, musing, parenting, people, raising kids, relationships, SAHM, telling stories, the human mind, the writer in me, what kids want, what women want, WTFTagged absentminded kids, dafuq, expectation vs. reality, growing older, growing pains, kids say the darndest things, parenting, raising a boy, raising kids, realizations, summer break 2022Leave a comment

The car mats have got pretty dirty and I wanted to wash them out before we stepped out next. It’s a simple task actually…use a hand shower or a forceful spray to get the initial layer of dirt and dust off, sprinkle a bit of detergent on the mats, let them soak for a few minutes and use a hard scrub brush to get as much of the residual dirt off and let it dry out. Including soaking, the whole thing takes about 20 minutes unless you’re like my father who would probably want some bleaching agent to make the mats look clean and new.

Imagine me doing all of the above and asking TO for one teensy little help viz opening up the foldable drying rack so I could put the mats on it to dry out. But what is teensy in my world is unfathomable in his so our conversation went something like this: Me: “Baby please open up the clothing stand and keep the side flaps straight (they are adjustable in case we need some height).” TO: HUH?!! Me: Can you open up the clothes drying stand and keep the sides absolutely straight so I can dry the mats? TO: I don’t understand...Me: What don’t you understand (washing, scrubbing going on simultaneously)? TO: What’s the clothes drying stand? Me: (voice becoming slightly frosty) The folding stand where we dry our clothes? Everyday? It’s on the balcony? TO: Oh *THAT* thing? Why can’t you be more specific Ayu?” Me: (icicles becoming to form on the bathroom surface) How could I have been more specific while describing it?! TO: “You know, you could’ve said to me get that clothes thingie we put clothes on!” Me: “Oye ve!“

83 days till school reopens…

Conversations Over A Hot Stove

Posted on April 24, 2022April 24, 2022 Posted in blurt outs, current events, entertainment, family, fresh hits, funny ha-ha, home, how in the world, in this day and age, kids at play, Life, life's lessons, looped, Love, matter of fact, MLM, modern families, mother and child, musing, parenting, raising kids, relationships, SAHM, telling stories, the human mind, the writer in me, what kids want, what women want, WTFTagged food critics, kids say the darndest things, out of the mouth of babes, raising a boy, raising kids, serenity now, this is how we roll, why meLeave a comment

A little while ago when I was in the middle of cooking the chicken curry for today’s lunch, TO came to get a hug. Now a hot and sweaty person usually runs as far away from being held as possible. Especially more so when she’s doing the taste checks for a new recipe she decided to make on the spur of the moment. However, TO is militant about his hugs and wouldn’t leave without one.

The conversation while waiting for the hug went something like this- TO (making a face): WHAT’S THAT GREEN STUFF??!! Me: It’s coriander. You love it so am putting more in the curry. TO: No, not that green stuff, THAT green stuff. It looks like PUKE! Are we having puke for lunch?! Me: It’s not green. It’s a light yellow from the turmeric. TO: It still looks like PUKE to me. Me: You don’t have to eat it…we have daal and aalu. TO: No,no..I can eat chicken anytime..it doesn’t look *that* bad Ayu (pats my back commiseratingly).

And that ladies and gentlemen is what comes of wanting to create new culinary experiences for your family…pukey chicken indeed!