No its not over yet

As long as I breastfeed, I need to be cautious of what I eat.
note to self.
Darn what was I thinking when I ate that horrible pizza.

It was just yesterday

When we shared a laugh.
And the day before,
Cried a tear together.
And a few days later,
heard this on a very dark dark night.

How does it happen

How does it happen, is my question to the working mums. Especially those in nuclear families, how do you ladies manage it.
Its been a week since joined back work and its been fire fighting, managing home, work and my 7 month old baby girl.
Any tips, examples, stories would be most welcome.
In the meantime, I will try and get hold of
Life Lessons for Busy Moms: 7 Essential Ingredients to Organize and Balance Your World

Random

Well, its one of those nights , when the pain in the neck just does not seem to go away.
And, the box of medicines cures everything but pain. Maybe because the last time pain occurred was long back.
Anyhoo, some peice of shit. Shit too needs to come out.

No, I have not seen it all.
But life, becomes a lump.
Stuck somewhere in the middle.

Patterns and matches,
They dissolve without much sense.
Inferences lost meaning long back.

Abnormality always wins,
Normality one step behind, chasing.
Like a good friend.

Doesn't Alcohol save the day?
And painkillers, the night?
I have the keys, but yet to find them locks.

No, its not over yet,
But life, it just lives me up.
Dies with me each day.

Bye Bye 2011

To an year where nothing much really happened, besides adding heavily to the list of "should have". The only effort that I'll probably be making in 2012, is to not make any efforts. #paradox1. But then life was such in 2011, kept throwing back paradoxes at me. Anyways, for a person like me who constantly suffers from Analysis paralysis, making less effort is the least I can do. #paradox2. For instance this rant, which is/will be devoid of any proper punctuations.

Its been lovely 2 months at my mum's place with her and my baby girl. To be honest, I don't even remember how time flew by. All, I seem to remember is what my gynae said sometime in June "She is a small baby, we need to get the baby out as soon as possible". I shed a few tears not knowing why was she a small baby. What went missing.
Not that this judging myself has ended in any way. I know I am not "the perfect mother", but here she is, 6 months old, vibrant and a joy to each one of my days. I love her.

Its time to head back now. I start off 2012 with no plans, only hopes. Hoping that its a better one.