Random nothings!

About 10 years ago, on my way to work, I stopped at a chemist shop and bought a self pregnancy test kit. I reached the office, logged in, went about my routine, waiting for my team to settle down.  A couple of hours later, I went to the washroom to take my test. My worst fear came true, the result was positive. I was pregnant. I just didn't know how to react. I cried. I was so scared. I didn't know what to do, whom to talk to, whom to call- Nothing! My mind was blank. I walked up to my Manager and told him, I needed to go home, as I wasn't 'feeling' well. My husband traveling helped, as I didn't want to answer any questions. I reached home and I cried my heart out, something I couldn't do in the office easily. After that, I threw up. Why did I cry? I cried because I was torn between keeping the baby and keeping my job. I did not understand at that time, what was more important. I knew in my heart that I could not leave a child with a maid and work peaceful

One of the things that I really don't look forward to in my son's academic sessions is the PTA meetings.  There is nothing more painful than that for me, to first get up early on a Saturday morning, when I could be just be getting some 'beauty' sleep, then rush things up to make sure we reach on time. Time is allotted to each parent for the meeting. Needless to say, no one sticks to that.  They all come at different times, and then throw their weight around, at others, who actually made an effort to reach at the scheduled time, saying '"our slot was 10". So what if they reach at 10:30, instead of 10, they will still argue with you that they were 'before you'.  How I totally dislike such arguments! My husband would not get into any of this, happily would give way to others.  The parents sit and talk for at least half an hour, (sometimes more), with the Teacher. Phew! I seriously wonder, what is there to talk about a 6-year-old or an 8-year-