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Monday Morning Melody....

What can you say about Monday mornings which hasn't already been said?

Neil has recovered but is not quite ready to get back to school yet. Tests are in full swing and he's missed a lot of classes. It could be stressfull! He has to see the doctor today. Then we'll see......

Mel's half yearly school examinations are starting this morning. She is not feeling confident. I'm trying to get her into the frame of mind to do the best she can and learn from her mistakes. Particularly the mistake of not paying enough attention to her studies when the examinations are not on!

Trisha was suffering from a sore throat this morning. She is not feverish, but as a person who knows the misery of a sore throat (it's the illness from which I've suffered most in my life!) I decided to keep her out of school just for today. I'll bring her to Dr. Shivani for examination along with Neil, when we go for his check up.

Nathan has given us heartburn lately. He is so stubborn. Won't say his rhymes for the teacher. Getting zero after zero in tests. Doesn't write anything. Amazingly, he knows everything. Just won't co-operate. His homework is a time consuming affair, alternately bribing and cajoling him with toffees, then getting exasperated and threatening to sort him out nicely. It's exhausting! It is a waste of time giving a big syllabus to young children. It is a time-consuming trap for parents. That's all. Kids won't read and write before they have to no matter what you tell them. Mel and Trisha went to a school which uses the play way method. That was much so much better.

Yash has not yet returned to his office. The activities of the past week have consumed him. Sponging Neil's fever, taking him to the doctor, the diagnostic centre, bringing the medicines. He's got to get back into the right frame of mind to attend to his work again. At least one more day is required.

And me? I'm way behind in everything, my studies, my housework and my blogging. I'd love to sit my last four papers in December, but I'm not studying anything like the amount of requisite hours. There are blogs I long to visit which I haven't visited in ages. Very little time, actually!
Oh, I'll catch up! I know I will!

And so begins another week!

Comments

  1. It's just the way life is sometimes..too many problems at the same time..

    Sounds like you need a holiday!

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  2. You seem to lead such a busy life. Do take time to chill! Good luck with the studies.

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  3. Hope it totally works out for you and you totally catch up on everything!!
    I just discovered that you are Mel's mom!! Silly me it just knocked into me last night! :)
    Well she is a really nice person..hope she does well in her exams and maked you proud! :)

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  4. Raining and pouring and where is that umbrella?

    Thinking peaceful thoughts and sending restful prayers your way...

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