Sick kids and the 'Ramu Kaka' treatment

Brat and Junior took turns to fall sick and both have collectively been unwell for over a week now.

Phew!

Need I mention, I am completely fagged out, dead tired and am right now looking for help for someone to even tie my nada .

Strange as it may sound, but I dread brat falling sick, not so much for all the tension and worries that follow in tow, but for the 'ramu kaka' treatment she gives me in those days.

Get me a book.
Increase the volume of the TV.
Mama... water
Cover my blanket properly to what not.

I of course let empathy take over and give in to all demands, only to be left like a dead log in the mean time.

Hail 'Ramu Kaka'. You set high standards!






Disclaimer for Brat: I know you will someday read this. Infact i have been chronicling all this for u both to take a trip down the memory lane. So, i need to add this note for you... Darling take no offence. I swear you are one of the most empathetic, sensitive kids i have ever seen, and i am not saying it because i am your mother. But love, this does happen, despite your deepest love and regard for me!

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