Aruneeta Srivastava

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Hi, I’m Aruneeta — a work-from-home mom juggling conference calls, toddler chaos, and a husband who works even harder than me (yes, it’s a competition 🤭).

Parenting in our house is equal parts fun, messy, and loud, with a lot of laughter sprinkled in between. I write about the little victories (like my 3-year-old putting her shoes on the right feet), the big lessons (like learning patience for the 100th “why?” of the day), and everything in between.

This blog is my diary of motherhood — honest, imperfect, sometimes witty, sometimes emotional — but always real. 💛

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Apr 4, 2026 ∙ 2 min

I Didn’t Just Have a Child… I Got the Right One

There are days when motherhood feels chaotic.Messy hair, reheated chai, half-done to-do lists, and a tiny human asking “mumma, why?” every three minutes. And then there are days like this. Days that make me pause and quietly think,I didn’t just have a child. I got the right one. Not perfect. Not Pinterest perfect.But perfectly mine. Because let’s be honest, there are also days when she looks straight at me and says I am not her mumma. Days when the tantrum arrives at exactly the wrong time.In...

Mar 14, 2026 ∙ 3 min

Apparently I’m Not Busy, Just Lazy

Someone told me a few days ago, very confidently: "You’re not busy. You’re just lazy." I smiled politely. But in my head I thought: Bitch, become a work-from-home mom for one week. (Words came from a single woman) Just one. Let me introduce you to the glamorous lifestyle. You wake up one day and decide you will finally get healthy. This is it. New life. New routine. You start working out. You download a fitness app. You follow a diet. You eat chia seeds like a responsible adult. You drink...

Mar 12, 2026 ∙ 2 min

The Distance No One Talks About

One of the most heartbreaking parts of being a woman who gets married and moves to another city is something no one really prepares you for. The distance from your parents. Not the physical distance — that can be measured in kilometers, flight tickets, or train journeys. I’m talking about the emotional distance that quietly grows with time. When I got married, my husband lovingly told me, "You can go to your parents whenever you want." At the time, it sounded comforting. Reassuring. Like...