Ok I’ve changed my mind………..I want the Better-Half back from his official trip as soon as possible. 2 days alone with my kids & I am climbing the walls. We’ve clashed big time & we are still clashing. The only thing all 3 of us unanimously say a dozen times a day at different points in time is “Just wait till Papa comes back”.
I got up this morning & lovingly watched them sleep, never failing to be amazed at how big they’ve grown. It seems like just a year back they were itty-bitty babies in their baby-cot.
Ping!!! The elder one’s eyes open suddenly and catches me watching her. She lazily stretches her arms upwards, smiles lovingly at me & demands “What’s for breakfast????”
Sighhhh…..whatever happened to “Good Morning Mama!!!”
After breakfast I force-march them to their study table. Since they succumbed to a bout of flu they missed 1 week of school & so it was important they catch up with the portions.
“Ok after 1 page of multiplication, you’ll give us 1 hour rest & we’ll watch TV” negotiates Nikita.
Not to be outdone by elder sister the younger one adds “After my 1 page cursive writing “U & V” u must give us the Chocolates you have hidden in the blue tin on the top most shelf of the white cupboard.”
I stare disbelievingly at her “How did you know…..?????”
“We know everything Mama” butts in Nikita impatiently.
I refused to rise to the challenge, instead concentrated on their books & gave them both some work to do.
I slowly edge towards the laptop anticipating atleast 20 minutes of free time to check my messages.
Within 10 minutes Nikita has got terrible neck pain which refuses to go away & Naina insists that her ‘tiny’ fingers cannot take the strain anymore.
I patiently massage Nikita’s neck & back & flex Naina’s fingers to ease the sudden unexpected strain.
After 10 minutes, the pain comes back.
My patience wearing thin, I sardonically ask them how is that the neck ache & finger pain doesn't make their appearance whenever they are playing their war-style games.
Nikita looks at me surprised “Thats because we are busy having fun then”.
Silenced for the moment, I take another track “If you don’t study, when you grow big you will be like Sindhu Aunty(the maid), working in other people’s houses, looking after their children, washing vessels, hanging clothes on the terrace & cooking food”.
Both look at me wide-eyed & silent. Feeling a little guilty, I quickly change the topic & continue teaching them.
I give them some more exercises to do & get back to wondering what my next blog post is going to be about.
After five minutes….
“Mama, if I don’t study well, can I also work like her????”
“Like who????” I ask absently.
“Like Sindhu Aunty. I love to play with small children.”
Alarmed I stare at my elder daughter who is very seriously asking the question & then at her sister hopefully watching me.
Ohmigosh….my progeny were actually considering a future as domestic help.
I carefully weighed my words. One wrong move could destroy my childrens’ future.
“Yes ofcourse you can work like Sindhu Aunty, if you don’t study. You will have to look after small children……change their pampers, wash their bum after they do potty & clean up the floor after they vomit.”
They look at me horror-struck…
And I cruelly drive the point home “Small children do potty atleast 6 times EVERYDAY”.
Just then the doorbell rang & I went to keep away the stuff the home delivery boy had brought.
When I returned from the kitchen, I saw my two little angels studiously scrawling into their notebooks.
Nancy grins wickedly!!!!!!!!!!!
And proceeds to write her next post!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dance away your Friday evening.(post 24)
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