I did video chat with the kid last night. Oh his voice is so sweet like a little girl’s. ☺️

Audits

This school inspection is reminding me of Vessel Audits. Almost same amount of stress but lesser work. Also you’re changing time zones. You can’t do any preparation during 8 hours of your watch. Every port call is stressful. Then there are routine audits almost every other month. Also you’re away from your family. I wonder how people leave their kids behind. I’m at the school for the second consecutive night and I miss my chump terribly.

That’s what drives people away from the sea, not sea sickness.

Is the kid really exceptionally intelligent or the folks forgotten when we were kids.

The orphan months must’ve made him hardier than others. He likes to eat himself. Doesn’t cry cause of minor bumps and falls. Tries to learn new words. And he makes you repeat ten times till he has memorised them. He learnt pinter today and was fascinated how it was pushing a paper out of itself.

Silence

We have inspection on Monday. I’m staying back at the school tonight.

The last time I stayed here I was very lonely. But I preferred here than at school.

Tonight it feels strangely/scary silent. Does that mean I’m happier?

Yesterday mom was like, ” have we done justice to this child by getting him?”

I felt annoyed and insulted.

Yoga with Tim

I started doing this yoga thing by following this guy on YouTube. (He was the sexiest and the only male one I could find 😋). I’m on Day 7. It took me about 12 days to reach.

Four Oh

Half a year thinking about it and now even saying that it went with a whimper would be overstating things. 😑

Chubby chis

Chupty Chis is now Chubby Chiss (Kali hair)

Thinka Thinka (little star)

Donny Donny (yes papa)

Ba Ba Ba Ba (black sheep)

Tumty Tumty (sat on a wall)

Also:

Manchi Manchi (Washing Machine)

Déjà vu

I was reminded of the first time I felt I was in the adult world.

Someone removed 14k from my bag. I paid attention because every time I returned to the office, the zipper was open.

All the evidences point towards the black sheep of the family. I really don’t care for the money. It’s the betrayal that has got me in a super low mood since I found it out. It’s like the there’s no ground beneath the feet. Like the whole world has turned on it’s head. I was feeling like crying. How could he ! I wish there was some other explanation, but there isn’t. He can’t work with me like this. But yes, everything is going to be under lock and key now. And I’m counting the money everyday. Also no cash. And I’m asking him nicely to find a better paying job in October. If one can’t trust the accountant then what is the fun?

Maybe cause I haven’t drawn/painted anything for ages.