Little Gubi is with her mom and I am secretly trying to write an article on the balcony with a valid excuse that I am smoking. I am a Civil Engineer with a 9 to 5 job in a Government organization and I must admit I have little time for myself leave apart churning out a blog article everyday which, no doubt, should be the ritual. Don’t get me wrong, I am reading all stuffs on self-improvement, how to manage time and how Google calendar can be a good tool, and lots more.
And on the positive side, I was the one who loved all those yucky dreads associated with raising up a lovely kid. Till then, if you happen to be in a situation as mine, stick to the following hashtags.
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The Seven sinister rituals you oughta follow religiously:
#1. Once the Rooster cocks-a-doodle-do, check your mail ASAP with one conscious eye while the other drowsy one is still lost in a dream.
#2. Head for the loo if you see movements around. Just a yawn, a stretch of the arm and other suspicious things should sufficiently warn you.
#3. On days if #2 seems irrelevant, Never rush to the safety of the loo. Happily repeat #1 along with the pleasures of liking a few facebook updates or retweeting some tweets from some distand lands. After all, you should be happy that your baby and her mom are definitely getting a sound sleep.
#5. Lunch time, I am usually back by 1:30 and it’s too hot. Your clothes are all over you sucking every drop of water from your dehydrating He-Man of a body. Your kid baby just grins her most beautiful smile and you kind of get a respite. But don’t you think she ought to be sleeping this time? The lunch might have arrived from or might have tasted like the Hyatt Regency but you have little time shoving them down your already dry throat, visiting the loo and a mild washing-up to make the other half of a day worth live-able.
#7. You’ve a buffer zone dude till your sweetheart shouts out for dinner. Check out Facebook, Twitter and a half dozen blogs and even try to write a line or two for your next post which never seems to see the light of the day until the whistle screams.