How do you do it, Yaar?

A couple of days back, Vani came home to visit me.

It so happened that Vijay was late, and our maid Rinki (who is a young girl that helps with the twins) had gone out for an hour to see her father. Thus it was the K and me, and three kiddies.

For the first few minutes of Vani's visit, she looked at me sitting there on the floor with all three babies clambering over me, and said repeatedly 'I don't know how you do it, yaar! I have one and I go mad sometimes. Look at you with three of them'.

'Oh it's nothing' I said modestly, adding 'I have a lot of help, you know. Rinki has just gone out for a bit. Least I can do is take care of them myself for a little while'. K was in the kitchen making Maggi for Peanut, so I sat there like a hero with the lot of them, glowing like some sort of cross between Superwoman and Mother India.

Peanut was lying with her head on my lap. Just then, Papad stepped on her ear and she suddenly screamed in pain. Papad, startled out of his little baby wits, tripped over my leg and fell down and screamed even louder than her. While attempting to reach out and grab him, I kind of knocked Pickle down and the combination of this rude behavior and all the screaming, set Pickle screaming even louder than his brother and sister. I didn't know who to comfort and almost set the record on screaming, while Vani looked less impressed than before, and a lot more worried and picked up one or two of them off me. I think I ended up hugging Pickle, more to comfort myself than him. The K also re-entered the room and finally some semblance of peace and sanity reigned once more.

Rinki returned in a bit to find a very sullen looking crowd and it was all I could do from hugging her.

Indeed. How do I do it, Yaar?

Seriously. I'm asking you. HOW DO I DO IT?

*Deep Calming Breaths*