Meanwhile, the battle for the bathroom begins. My husband is knocking on the door asking for “two minutes,” my teenage daughter is yelling that she has online tuition, and I’m trying to apply kajal while packing three lunch boxes.
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Indian parenting tip: If you aren’t yelling “Hurry up, we are late!” while the neighbor’s dog is barking and the milk is boiling over, are you even parenting? Packing lunch for an Indian family is a psychological exercise. My husband needs low-carb (but he won’t admit it), my son wants pizza (at 8 AM), and my daughter leaves the bhindi if it touches the rice. Meanwhile, the battle for the bathroom begins