Our morning odyssey

” Wake up, wake up, wake up- it’s a brand new day “. I wake up in the mornings to the tunes of this song. A song that I’ve come to hate with fervor. My husband’s cellphone religiously sings this horror of a song every morning at 5 0’clock, when he has to wake up  for the morning P.T. drill. He leaves the room, telling me to go back to sleep. But I am not one of those lucky ones who can invoke sleep again easily, once disturbed. I toss and turn for half and hour, grumbling and mumbling , till it’s time for me to get out of the bed too. And the race against time starts!!

I approach my girls with glasses of warm milk and start to wake them up. They look like guileless angels, sleeping peacefully and I don’t feel like disturbing them. But wake up they must. So, I call out to them, telling them to rise and shine. They sit up, gulp down the milk and lie down again, requesting for ” just 5 more minutes “. Time limit up, the elder one goes off to bathe and the younger one has to be playfully dragged down from the bed.

Bathing time:

Taidu (my younger brat) : I will be nahaaing myself. Anya is nahaaying herself.
Me : You mean “bathing”. And I know that you can bathe yourself. Let me just help you.
Taidu: I am roaring water on myself now.
Me : Very good. “Pour “water quickly.

After having sung “it’s raining, it’s pouring”, “rain rain go away”and two other similar rhymes, finally she is all wrapped up in a towel. The dressing up procedure starts.

Me : Pull you your socks Taidu.
Taidu : I am pull upping them mamma.
Me : Very good, “pull them up “.

To keep them in good humor and to make them laugh, I stretch my facial features into various comical expressions. The reward-

Taidu : Mamma, you look like Gian and Suniyo.
Anya : Mamma, you look “yuck”, your face will freeze like this for ever.

I quickly bring my face back to normal, give them mock whacks on their bums and send them off to the school. I say a quick prayer, hoping they adjust well in the new school, and go back inside. Although I know that this is the “ME “time that I wait for, when I sit outside, put my feet up, read and sip tea; a part of me still looks forward to the afternoon, when they come back from school. When I see their joy and enthusiasm, running towards me and flinging themselves with full force at me, hugging me; I feel warmed to the cockles of my heart. And feel reassured that yes, I must be doing something right.

Thank you God.

Author: Sapna Dhyani

I am Sapna Dhyani. I write about everything that crosses my mind. I write about life as I see it and like to infuse humour into my blogs. I belong to Dehradun but now live in a new city after every two years, being an army wife. This uprooting of base every couple of years, setting up a new home in a new place, meeting new people and forging new friendships, exploring new cities; all this ensures that I go through and am blessed with a myriad of experiences.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: