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I like boring things.


I never knew i was such a conventional person at heart. But lately, I am coming to more and more realisations about myself. I am learning to accept myself finally for what I am, and not what my idea of myself is.

I like boring things. I like freshly made beds, the smell of just-laundered clothes, the sound of soup simmering away on the stove, the background sound of tv as I accomplish daily household chores.

I like putting away messes of cluttered objects many times a day, thanks to my toddler son. I like doing things as planned. I like putting stuff back in order. It gives a strange satisfaction and makes me feel like i am in control of my life. Its the little things that matter so much to me. That my baby has napped well, he has eaten his lunch etc.

I like to stay on top of things. There is always milk in the fridge, snacks in the pantry. And when not, I like making lists. I LOVE making lists. and then checking off the completed items.

I have accepted that i am a domestic person at heart. There is nothing that gives me more happiness than seeing my little family together at the end of the day, whether its when my husband is working on his laptop and my baby is busy making messes around the family room and I am sipping on tea while the tv blares in background, or its when the three of us are taking a drive around the city, or when my boys are finally sleeping with their mouths agape and their limbs arranged in a disorderly fashion. God my heart swells with love for these two. I want nothing more. Just their happiness and well-being and health. (and maybe an occasional chance to go to the movies, its been sooooo long i tell u).

Although we muslims dont celebrate Thanksgiving but I personally think its an amazing holiday, which allows a person to express his gratitude.

I am grateful for the two boys in my home. They make me so happy.



Yesterday morning, I flew from Karachi to Lahore with Hamza. Although I am sad to leave the gorgeously pleasant weather in Karachi for the chilly one in Lahore, I am thrilled to be at home with family.
I wont lie, I was pretty apprehansive about flying alone with an infant, but it proved to be one the best flights of my life. My baby is an angel. Period. He slept, he played, he laughed, he fed, and I was proud (mainly because I could hear numerous shrieking babies on the flight). But it all came at a price of a pretty bad muscle pain in my arms and back from handling a (not-so-light) baby and a (pretty heavy) carry bag, ALONE.

Hamza is enjoying a celebrity status here, what with his Nana Nano and Mamu, all being so excited and absolutely thrilled to have him with them for a few days. AAAHHHHH…..!!!! Finally some relaxing-time for Mommy. Win-win!