the addict.

When he is up and around, its like life is a whirlwind, a roller coaster and in between the blur of lunch and dinner and conversation and baths and laughter and learning, I madly try to cram in my work. A deadline met here in between bites, an email sent there while changing a pamper. Some conceptual thinking. An article during BabyTV. A layout snuck in. And then I am back to doing a puzzle, painting, watering the plants with my full attention; with Nadi, there is always something that needs to be done.

And then when he finally, finally goes to sleep at night and there is quiet- and there is time to do all those piling things that I have been juggling since the morning, I sit there, looking at him sleep, and I nuzzle into to him- smelling the baby smell, and I mentally count the hours till he wakes up and the mad colours of life threaten to overhwhelm me again…