It all started with a 10 minute snooze. Yaya’s alarm clock rings 5 minutes before mine and as I snuggled under my blanket, waiting for my alarm clock to ring, Yaya decided to come and lay down next to me. A part of me knew, this was going to be a mad morning because everything has to work like clockwork for me to be able to handle their school lunch and then get ready and leave home in time. But how often does a 15 year old come and lay down next to her mother?
15 minutes later, I got up and only then I remembered, I was planning to send Mac and cheese for lunch. It takes 18 minutes to cook the pasta and then I have to make the sauce. I couldn’t really think of anything else to cook and so I decided to stick to the same menu.
10 minutes to 7, while I am making the hot chocolate, child number 3 walks in to the kitchen looking visibly angry ” Mom, I told you to wake me up extra early last night and you didn’t”
She did tell me and I forgot. “I am sorry, but I forgot”
“You never wake me up on time and she started to rant”
“You are 13, you could put the alarm on and get up on your own” I said
“See, you don’t even know how old I am. I hate you” Belatedly I realized she is only 11 and it is her brother who is 13.
Moments like this, I really want to take a big huge cane and hit her till she shuts up. But I know I am the mother here and I should be more matured. So I ignored her progressively increasing rants.
Few minutes later, my son walks in to kitchen wearing a shirt that hasn’t been ironed. His shirt looked like, he rolled it, wrung it, rolled it again and ran a bulldozer over it. This is the shirt, I hung to dry properly on a hanger and somehow the transit from the clothes line to his cupboard has made it look like I haven’t even washed it.
“You shirt looks crumpled” I said
“I know, I can wear it if I want to” He replied.
If my son wants to look unkempt, then I felt, he should be allowed to. After all, it is his life.
“Can you please drop me to the bus stop?” He asked
There is a short cut through the park to the bus stop, but every time when it rains, the ground gets very soggy and because the long and winding route to the bus stop is 1.3 km long, I. being the nice mom, drops them to the bus stop.
7.02, I got the lunches all packed, made hot chocolate and got ready to drive them to the bus stop.
They take the 7.04 bus.
No sign of Yaya. So I called out to her and said ” Yaya, it is 7.04 already”
“Mom, do you think I am blind? I can see the time”
Of course, she can see the time. Why should I bother?
And then my son started his drama. “Can you please drop me first? I am going to miss my bus”
“No” I replied. Why must I drive twice?
Eventually, her Royal highness came out of her room. I looked at the clock. 7.15. As I reached the main road, we saw the bus going past.
“All because of you Yaya, I missed the first three buses. My friends are all in the other bus and if I am late by a second you bring the whole world down and you are 15 minutes late”
They both decided to see who can shout the loudest.
I dropped them to the bus stop. Neither of them gave me a kiss. My son even slammed the car door for good measure.
Came back home, child 3 isn’t talking. She was giving me the silent treatment. I dropped her to school. She too didn’t give me a kiss.
Ideally, I should really be mad, annoyed and hurt. I am actually smiling writing this post..These are the realities of having children. Some days nothing works and they do their darndest to make you wonder why you ever had kids. But this evening, when I get back home, all this would be forgotten. They will be wonderful children again..
Such is the life of a mother.