Saturday morning saw me waking up at the usual weekday time and rustling up breakfast and lunch ASAP. I don’t mind getting a million chores done when kids are not around but with them in tow, even finishing simple tasks get prolonged coz there are a zillion interruptions in between. All this hurry on a weekend was because we had an unfinished task at the bank which was getting procrastinated. Post breakfast, we drove to the bank with Mantam. We then went to Big Bazaar to buy some groceries. Mannu said “Sheee peyechi” (she wanted to pee) I said “Please wait na?” She said “Should I wait for 1 minute?” (This girl wants technically correct speech. She keeps on correcting every silly mistakes that we commit. Eg: When Abbas told Tammu in the morning “Remove your diapers and throw it”, she corrected him “Throw it in the dustbin”. When Abbas told Mannu “Don’t play with pen. It might hurt your eyes”, she said “This is not a pen, this is a pencil”)
From there, we stopped by a Fish Shop on the way back home. I did not feel like getting down from Bulu. Mantam accompanied Baba. Every now and then, they were coming out of the shop and checking on me. So, I opened the window glass. Mannu came out and said “Mamma, sunlight is falling on you. Close the window and relax.” Then Tammu noticed that another car came and was parking next to Bulu. She said “Arre Mamma. See Bulu’s bhai is coming. You be careful okay?” (As if I was driving!) When dad-daughters trio came back, they say “Hum log fish kharidke laaya okay?” (We bought fish okay)
Post lunch we all had a wonderful nap. In the evening, Abbas and I sat together to make the bookings for our trip. Mantam were getting so bored, I wanted to sit with them and make a star for Christmas. But Abbas was insisting that I sat next to him (RM, he makes use of the in-house talent) coz I generally do all online transactions and he would have to spend lot of time figuring things out. Then Mantam and I sat together to make this star. Although I did all the cutting and stapling, they enjoyed observing. (I learnt from here)
I told them stories that Santa Claus will come and bring gifts for them. I had given them a bowl each of cut-pear to eat. Tammu refused to eat after 2 pieces went in. Before I could pester her into eating, Mannu said “If Tammu doesn’t finish the bowl, Santa Claus will not bring gifts for Tammu no?” And Tammu said “It’s okay. When Santa Claus comes, I will ask him to open mamma’s almirah and give me the Playdough that Mamma has hidden there”. I burst out laughing. (They already have a playdough and a relative recently brought a bigger one as gift for them. So I hid it inside the almirah to give it to them once the existing one is spoilt and she still remembers it)
While Mantam and I had a dinner of Pizza, Abbas had leftover afternoon lunch. Oh, he also grated all the red carrots that I bought for making Halwa (Again courtesy RM, who tempted me since last two weekend posts of hers)
Sunday morning again I got up early due to inspiration from previous day. Carrot halwa and Orange Yoghurt Cake was made along with breakfast. Post breakfast, Abbas played some songs and four of us just danced like crazy… It was oh-so fun. We had a heavy Bengali lunch of Fish Curry with Brinjal and Potatoes and Shorshe Dharosh (Ladies finger in Mustard Sauce). On a whim, we decided not to take a nap post lunch and drove off to do some thermal wear – stockings – shoes shopping for our trip. Abbas bought two Kurtis for me. (I chose ofcourse) and when I was in the Trial room, Mantam were both loudly singing – “Chaddda akh, ittthe lakkh” and went on in an infinite loop grabbing eyeballs and smiles from other shoppers. On the way back we stopped by a new ‘Goli Vada Pav’ outlet and had Vada Pav and Kulifis. I was too tired when we reached home and Abbas made tea for us and Pasta for Kids (Yayaya, Ma will faint and fall if she ever reads this.) Mantam were hyper excited as their Mamma Baba bought so many things for them. I also bought 2 new story books for them.
We had afternoon’s leftover for dinner and went to sleep. One of our beds which is idle as of now appears like a Dhobi-Ghaat as my ironing task is still pending and all the washed clothes have formed a mountain on top of it. Sigh!