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Hello you guys! I seem to have forgotten how to blog with everything going on around here. I'm sure I'm not the only one. Hope you all are coping okay?

Last week Things finally got to some semblance of a routine this week and I've been finally feeling better and in charge of my emotional faculties. I've taken over one of the upstairs bedrooms and set it up as my office-cum-homeschool room. In other words, the room is a big mess, but both my daughter and I are able to navigate the room fine as everything in the room has a meaning in our own brains. We're both very organized that way. I've been using a sit-stand desk for my work laptop and I'm a little glad that I got to try this system finally. When I'm not working, I'm helping the girl with her letters, numbers, or fun activities. Trust me, this is difficult but we worked through the system this week, and think we have it under control. My father-in-law watches my son during the day as the little ma…

Light at the end of a tunnel | The Sunday Salon

Last week, I said that the week was going to be busy. That was quite the understatement. Not only was it busy, it was also a difficult week.

Shreya caught something at the end of the previous week. It started as a cold that appeared to get better two days later. However, on Sunday night, she woke up a few times coughing. One day later, she was down with bronchiolitis - something the doctor told us to expect to follow any colds that Shreya gets. So going forward, in addition to getting the boogie wipes ready, we have to make sure the nebulizer is set up and ready to run every time we see that telltale sneeze. This obviously goes without saying - but seeing babies cough or struggle is the hardest thing ever.

Work was at its busiest too this week and I struggled to give it a decent amount of attention. This was despite working half day on Monday and taking a day off on Thursday. It took everything I had to not go dancing like Daffy Duck in the rain on Friday singing "Thank God it's Friday!"



This week may be better. Though I will likely be trying to make up for all the work I didn't get to last week. Still, there is plenty of silver lining ahead. For one thing, we will be having some friends stay with us this week. For Memorial Day weekend (that's in two weeks!), we are planning to stay in Cape Cod and explore the area. Cape Cod and the Chesapeake Bay are two places I frequently run into in books - at this point, they have an almost romantic association with them. Even places like St. Louis, New Orleans, Maine (which is a state, of course), etc have the same appeal to me. I expect them to be beautiful cultural places built just for booknerds, simply because they are mentioned in books. We have a cabin rented at Cape Cod and this is going to be Shreya's first time at a beach, so we are very excited on her behalf and can't wait to put her in a swimsuit, even if she won't be venturing out into the water.

Speaking of the babe, she has crossed another milestone off her list - last night, she started standing on her own. She was so excited about it that she was calling out to anyone and everyone to look at what she did. It's so amazing to watch babies grow - I am constantly in awe of how they learn.

Today, we are cleaning. Throwing stuff. Decluttering. Reorganizing. Of course, no matter what Marie Kondo says, the mess will be back in a week but at least I may get a day of orderliness, if not more. I am still reading the same book as I was last week - Fever at Dawn by Péter Gárdos, which is about a couple that fell in love through a series of letters they exchanged right after WW2 ended. So far, this is captivating even if I feel that it jumps around too much.

What are you reading?

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