Today I actually got up from the wrong side of the bed and watched the day go down hill from there. Parita nowdays has decided to stick to me and sleep. And I hate it! To such an extent that she sleeps spread out on the king sized bed and I sleep on the edge. So today my back finally said Enough!! And I woke up with the worst neck and backache of my life.

I couldn't get up! I lay there huffing and puffing like a beached whale and whining like a cat on a cold winter night. Aayan stared at me as I feebly told him to get my painkillers. Obviously the three year old thought I was talking gibberish. Painkillers? Whats that ma?And I wasnt stupid enough to leave them around. Damn it! I couldn't even remember where I had packed those shitty pills.

I painfully craned my neck and stared at five big suitcases and tried to remember where I had packed in my medicines. But all I got was a Blank Mind. So, I got up painfully from the bed, put my gigantic baby on the floor and that caused further fizzures to do the Indian raindance on my poor back and slowly approached the first bag- Nothing Second bag- Nothing. I was getting frantic. Third bag...where were they??

My fingers began to tremble. I was in a hotel room alone with two over energetic, over zealous kids, my back was killing me and I couldnt find my fuckin' pills!!!! I was close to tears when by the sixth bag and a messed up floor I found my medicine.

I stared at the Tylenol with relief but then realizied that I couldn't have the pill on an empty stomach and just then my stomach, as if listening to my thoughts, cramped with hunger. Parita crawled up to me and grab my leg.

All of a sudden as I stared at my baby she seemed to swell in size. She was heavy! How was I going to lift her up?

She tugged on my pajama bottom and gave me a toothy smile. I smiled back painfully and thought I dont want to pick you up '

Aaggha' she responded with a toothy smile and tugged harder.

I sighed and bent down to pick her up and all the muscles on my back did a ferocious samba. They squeezed together into a tight ball and then nuked my senses with a white hot mushroom. I gasped and found myself to be paralyzed right next to my daughter.

"Aagha!" she put her drooling mouth on my cheek and kissed me. I closed my eyes and thought When will it all get better?

Putting in Herculean effort I picked my kid up gently ....ever so gently but my back felt as if a magician was sawing it into million little pieces, I placed her on the bed, changed my clothes then gingerly picked up her up again and steadied myself.

We had to go down.

I called out to Aayan and we slowly walked out of the room, down the elevator and the breakfast room where the hotel hosts free breakfast.

We walked in and all the high chairs were taken. I sighed. I shouldnt have gotten out of bed

Aayan settled down on a table while I did a back and forth of food, juice and tissues and gave our neighboring table a dirty look once in a while as they were just sitting there chatting with a wailing kid in a highchair who obviously wanted to go. But the couple were leisurely hanging on the table and the freakin' much needed highchair.

I wanted to tell them to get their fat german arses off the freakin chairs, take their apple cheeked infant off the high chair and go for some whale watching or witch burning!!

But kept my peace. By then the painkiller was working. It was making me sleepy but the frigging pain was still there.

People walked by us and complimented my kids. So cute, how adorable etc etc...

I smiled back painfully and thought Fuck off!! What? Are my kids the only ones over here? Go kiss that fat german kid(Beg thousand pardons if it sounds racist)

Aayan by then decided to act extra cute thanks to the attention that was being showered on him and tried to feed Parita some juice.

I watched in horror as she raised her hand to ward off the plastic cup as he tried to shove it her her mouth. I raised my hand to grab the cup but the damage was done. I saw the juice spray all the table.

"Awww...juicyie fell all over the table"

LADY SHUD DA FUCK UP But I smiled and hobbled over the food display for more tissues with Parita beairng me down. I could have stopped the juice from falling. The kid was sitting on my lap. My one and only blouse was wet. (Tomorrow is our laundry day and we are all out of clothes. Thats one of the reason why I hate living in hotels, finding laundro mats and then sitting there for atleast an hour while the clothes get down).

I muttered under my breath and returned to the table and slowy bent over to clean the table, picked up the dirty plates, made a couple of back and forth trips to the trash, got new food on new plates and threatened my son to park his butt on his seat and keep it parked orelse.

He, on the other hand , decided to make a bid for independence and rejected his corn flakes that he had been previously munching with full gutso. I gave up.

I was sleepy, in pain and in a nasty mood.

We went back to the room and all hell broke lose. The kids were all over each other, wailing , grabbing me, tears, sticky fingers, hair being pulled and me having a mini meltdown along with a dizzy spell. I wanted to pause the scene , to take a breather before I handled them both. But living in a hotel room does not afford such luxurious.

We could have been thrown out for noise pollution. I sighed and felt a raging headache come on. GreatAnd it was only ten thirty in the morning.

I broke another painkiller into two and had the bigger half. Maybe I should have had a Valium instead.

The pain began to abate and I decided to step out despite the slightly high and extra sleepy feeling.

The hotel shuttle took twenty minutes to come. By the time it came and we were able to board we found oursleves quashed between two big old ladies who drolled over my kids and I simply wanted to curl up and Die.

Once there I parked my kids on the Target trolley and we began to shop in peace.

Did some shopping at my slow pace, had luch at the Target canteen where Parita broke my cell phone's front. But the phone was still working so somehow or other I made a call to the hotel for the shuttle and was told it would take thirty minutes to come.

Thirty minutes??

I parked Parita to my side, with shopping bags hanging from the side and Aayan by the other hand and began to walk. It was hot and Parita began to feel like a ton of bricks and add the heavy shopping bags to the mix. Aayan began to grumble, Parita fidgeted and none of the cabs stopped.

The pain in my back decided to wake up again and I felt like beating myself up. Stupid, stupid woman. Why did you have to step out?

I decided then to do something that I had promised myself that I wouldnt do. I took an unofficial cab. Whats that? Well, there are a group of guys with cars that hang around the grocery store and you pay them a certain amount and they drop you where ever you want to. Unsafe? Probably. Convienent? Very.

But what I can vouch for is that they all had been pretty gentleman like in their behavior whenever we took them so I crossed my fingers and took the cab.

The guy was friendly, his car comfy and the music my favorite but he dropped me behind the Hotel. Dumb and I was even dumber for accepting his mistake and then dragging the kids all the way to the front with the bags.

By then we were all cranky. Long story short (ie if you are still reading it and brave of you do so) the kids are still wailing and I'm staring at the door waiting for the angel of mercy to walk in.

Aaman should be home soon. It will then be a battle half one.