Sitting in the darkened room with a single lamp on the writing desk illuminating K’s furrowed brows as he tries to get work done, I am enjoying this moment. The babies are asleep in the other room, their rhythmic breathing punctuating the otherwise silent room save the whirring fan and quiet keyboard sounds.
It will be two full weeks of being away from home. The longest we have stayed in any hotel. Each morning as I take my ‘me’ time during breakfast I enjoy the ritual. I load my plate with standard fare and pick a corner table in the lobby overlooking a pool. I either eat in silence or catch up with Amma bringing her up to speed on the twins latest mischief.
I sometimes take this time to mull on how my life has changed in two weeks. The phone is on vibrate at most times. Two crying or sleeping babies do not make for an easy phone conversation. I have no idea what is happening at work. Each 1-2 hour trip we plan is an exercise in managerial skills, prioritising and optimizing time and materials.
Each car ride becomes a time for uninterrupted conversation for K and I as the babies sleep in the back seat. This all still feels surreal like I will wake up to a different reality than the one am in now.
The questions are many and once the euphoria dies down I am scared I will be overwhelmed. In the middle of all these whirling thoughts one thing is reassuring. I do feel this is one decision we will be grateful for the rest of our lives.
As we wait it out to get home, I realize I will treasure these two weeks for the undivided time as a new family. A time to look back on and relive countless times over.