Lil Heart & The Weekend Chronicles: Sleep? What’s That? 😴💖✨

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The weekend I longed for is finally here! I had big dreams—of blissful, uninterrupted sleep under my high-speed fan, my little heart cuddled up tight in my arms, and an absolute nothingness agenda. Ahhh, perfection!

But wait—TADAAAAA! My lil heart had other plans. His grand gesture? A full-on wake-up mission. Not even my mother-in-law has ever asked me to wake up this early. Yet here comes my tiny commander, stomping on my face like a determined squirrel, making it very clear that my dreams of a lazy morning were officially CANCELLED.

With no way out, I followed orders. Operation "Kitchen Time" began as he led me there, demanded to be placed on the kitchen counter (mat and all), and instructed me—like a seasoned head chef—to prepare breakfast. Meanwhile, the man who promised me, “You sleep, I’ll handle everything,” was now sitting at a safe distance, thoroughly enjoying the chaos.

Sushan, who was happily enjoying the scene, somehow managed to take him on a walk amidst the Nilgiri trees. I watched the two walking and playing along the tree-lined path from the kitchen window. With no other choice, I turned to my ultimate coping mechanism—stand-up comedies and a steaming cup of chai—to console myself from the tragic fate of my sleep-deprived morning.

Post-breakfast (enjoyed on both Amma’s and Appa’s laps because equality matters), my lil heart started his next mission: TATA TIME (But of course, this was not just any solo mission😁) Appa, being the wise strategist laid down the weekend challenge—if the wrinkled clothes got their steam massage, the dosa batter for tomorrow was ready, and lunch was wrapped up by 2:30 PM, then maybe we could go out.

I, a determined taskmaster, powered through with my enthusiastic little assistant hopping along. Yayyyy!!Task complete. Off to TATA we go!

Fast forward to game stations, toy shops, and a whirlwind of catch-me-if-you-can moments, we landed in a lift where a certain someone (who we never even expected to come across) was casually chatting with my lil heart. Yep, it was Shine Shetty! He was so simple and down-to-earth, effortlessly blending in like just another friendly face. Meanwhile, Sushan and I, ever the shy ones, just stood there smiling like awkward potatoes, only realizing our missed opportunity when we got off the lift. Classic us.

Next up, ABCD Doughnut Time. But of course, my lil heart only wanted the ABCD on it, leaving the rest for us to gobble up. Not that I’m complaining—winning! 😏

We made a brief attempt at visiting the bookstore, but with lil heart collecting items like a mini tornado, we made a quick escape. Back home, his grand demand was served—Special (Speshaal) Tuppa Anna. And let me tell you, watching him enjoy his favorite meal made my heart burst with love.

Finally, after a day of adventures, my lil heart dozed off between us, his tiny arms stretched wide, insisting we rest our heads on them. OMG, OMG, OMG! Are we his little babies now?!

I can’t thank the universe, God, or whatever magic is at play enough for blessing us with this little human. Ou heart is so, so full. 🥹💖 



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