For those of you who have been following me on my old blogs my prolonged silence in the blogosphere must come as a surprise – well it’s partly because I am in the process of re-vamping my blog, realigning my internet presence and starting afresh. It took quite a while to identify the right person to help me and thanks to Corinne and Vidya’s advice, I am in the right direction. They had both directed me to The Strategic Mama and I would have gone there but for the fact that Vanita is really busy. She did explain things really patiently to me – emails that were flying between a wedding over two days and two destinations but eventually directed me to Blogelina. Thanks you wonderful women for your help. So everything was decided with Blogelina and the blog would have been up and running by the middle of next month were it not for one tiny glitch – my credit card can only make domestic payments and I now have to wait for an International credit card as Blogelina didn’t have any other way of accepting payments save PayPal………….So, now once again my blog launch is delayed because we all know how banks work and how “easy” it is to get any work done these days!

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So that’s the story of my blog and I’ve been keeping away from posting regularly but have been keeping up with all the other Write Tribe Bloggers and couldn’t resist joining the wonderful activity that you folks are participating in. So here are my Monday Musings.

After a wet and miserable weekend I feel pretty much like the man in the picture – looking out at a blue, rainy sea. Much as the rains were welcome, I always wonder why it rains on Saturday morning? And it rained and it rained all through the Brunch celebrating a friend’s 60th and it rained all the through the morning this Monday!

Luckily the first Monday in June was dry and we could enjoy airing our best saris while we celebrated the wedding of my nephew. Apart from the fact that we welcomed another new member into our family, it was special because all of us cousins got together for the first time in 50 years! Indeed with scattered families, family reunions with each and every member of a clan getting together will be harder and harder to achieve. Perhaps a WhatsApp  group will help so that we can keep in touch regularly…..

The second Monday was a sneezy wheezy one spent combating a vicious ‘flu virus. Unfortunately, the only real cure for a viral infection is sleep and rest but how does one deal with the sneezes and wheezes?  I did try catching the sneezes before they actually ripped a whole through the tissue, but eventually succumbed to the temptation of NoCold by Cipla which dried the drip but also left me dozing most of the time. After a dose of NoCold, I went for the tried and tested Brandy and honey too soothe me at night time but have now finally gone in for a course of antibiotic as I want to break the cycle of infect and reinfect. Lest you think I’m advocating self medication – I am not, all medication is taken under the supervision and prescription of my daughter who is a practising medical doctor.

So this Monday which was a wet and grey filled me with dread.  It was only little P’s fifth  day in pre-nursery and after a weekend break, was like the very first day all over again. Luckily, he didn’t make too much of a fuss and I hope by the time he welcomes his new sibling into the world (which is sometime next month) he will have settled in.

The nursery that he is going to is close to home and is very easy going but going to school is a big change for a little one. Suddenly from being the Centre of Everyone’s Universe, he becomes just a drop in the ocean and even though the transition is done with love and care, it comes as a shock. When you first hear your child cry you can recognise his voice but when the whole school is drowning in a cacophony of wails, they become indistinguishable and you only hope that your little one is not the one crying the place down.

The one thing I noticed in school though was the presence of grandmas. With so many working mothers, grandmas have taken over the task of ferrying children to school especially since the school discourages children coming with staff. Another thing that struck me was the fact that despite the readiness of the children for peer interaction and learning, at 2.6 they were still finding it hard to say good bye and funnily enough it wasn’t the little girls who were reluctant to leave their moms but the little boys who made no effort at all to be like ‘a big boy’ but readily gave in to their inner fears and bawled with uninhibited abandon.

With all of us anxious carers sitting outside trying to identify the wails, watching the rain pour down, I wondered why school has to begin in June? Why can’t it begin after the rains instead?

I’m linking this to Write Tribe’s #Monday Musings where you’ll find other interesting views this grey Monday!