The Work in Progress Mommy

Sharing my experiences

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  • Episode 4 of “Nanny – GONE WITH THE WIND” Between back-to-back bouts of viral fever and strep (the kind where you feel like the dementors from Harry Potter are sucking the life out of you), I’ve also been starring in a Netflix-worthy nanny saga. Previously, on My Life as a Working Mum:Nanny #1 — Went…

  • Saturday was supposed to be a simple day out. Planetarium visit ✅. Gift shopping ✅. Coffee break with a toddler ✅ (okay, that’s never simple). My husband went to pay for some books we were buying and get our coffees. While we – my daughter and I – were sitting outside the store. She decided…

  • My Toddler, The Tiny Emotional Dictator Last night, bedtime at our house turned into what I can only describe as a Netflix drama series, directed entirely by my 3.5-year-old daughter. Scene 1.We’re reading her bedtime story, a ritual she treats like a constitutional right. Usually, she likes to finish every sentence herself. So there I…

  • If you’re a parent of a toddler, you probably think bedtime is about lights out and quiet rest… Wrong! Bedtime with my 3.5-year-old is more like a full-on, Jurassic-sized negotiation, starring dinosaurs, goddesses, and an endless thirst for stories. The Setup: Bedtime? More Like Storytime Marathon! Every night, I announce, “Okay, time for bed!” Cue…

  • Let me paint you a picture: It’s a hot and sultry Monday morning in Mumbai.  I’m supposed to be on a Teams call, nodding wisely and saying things like “Let’s take that offline.” Instead, I’m at my daughter’s summer camp, at the skating rink, crouched like a baby giraffe, holding the clammy little hand of…

  • This past weekend, I received one of the most powerful parenting lessons, not from a book or a podcast, but straight from the lips of my 3.5-year-old daughter. She’s always had a mind of her own. She knows what she likes, what she doesn’t like, and if there’s one thing she absolutely cannot stand —…

  • My heart breaks every time I travel and have to leave my little girl behind. This week has been especially heart-wrenching. There’s this gnawing guilt that creeps in, the kind that whispers I’m a bad mom, because deep down, I believe that when a child is growing up, her Mommy should be around all the…