I Lost Everything in the Post-Natal Depression by Erma Bombeck

Her humour, her wit and her incisive take on everything that a woman, a mother, a home maker goes through in her day-to-day life was too appealing. The title was – If Life is a Bowl of Cherries, What Am I doing in the Pits? Lord, how it hit home! Here I was, stepping into my 30s, had ticked off all the boxes defined by the world around me – career, marriage, babies etc., yet I was not exactly feeling at the top of the world.Īnd that is how Erma became a part of my life. Other’s kids, never their own.ĭuring these interactions, I remarked, kids are all adorable, as long as they are not our own! While that led to peals of laughter and some glaring looks from elderly aunties and uncles, one of my colleagues asked me – have you read Erma Bombeck?Īnd when I said no, I had a copy of one of her books the next day at my desk at work. And they were quite capable of doing that.Ĭoming back to the event, all my colleagues had come in with their families and we were all busy coochie cooing and drooling over babies and kids all around. I remember, at one point in their troublesome forever days, I used to be scared to take the two of them together to the local market, lest one of them wriggled away from my hand and ran off.

For me, they were a handful and tough to handle. About a decade ago, I was attending the Family Day event organised at the company where I worked with my two young children (then 4 and 8 years old), boys to be more specific.īoth of them were cute, naughty, adorable and what not – according to others, not me.

I Lost Everything in the Post-Natal Depression by Erma Bombeck