Monday 8 February 2016

The Chronicles of a Toddler Foretold

As I struggle each day, to balance mommy-hood and the working woman dynamics, my grey cells are turning even greyer ( so much so, they have started showing in the form of greys on my head ).

Have been perilously wanting to get back my abandoned blog , but kept failing with my each attempt.. The writer's block had struck me and I thought I didn't even know how to write!! So, this morning en-route office it came upon me to write about what eats up my time and energy and whatever else is left ;-)

Following is a summary of events of how a day would pass, for most of us having a toddler at home.
And for those who don't yet have one -- wait till it happens to you!!!!

  1. The waking up ritual, which would begin with sweet Good Mornings, soon turns into a wailing session the moment you leave the child and go to the wash-room. You only wonder what ensued! When you come out and figure out the reason, you abandoned him and went to the wash room!!! 
  2. You start cajoling him into getting ready for a shower and a dress up , since he needs to go to his school and you need to rush to work. He wants to take a shower on his own, brush his teeth on his own and at times even would want to brush your teeth!!! After a good 15 mins, half soaked in baby soap and water you finally manage to step out of the bathroom after a good cleaning up session
  3. Dressing up-- Mumma never knows what clothes to wear! The toddler would always dictate what he wants to wear and no matter how much you convince him against wearing Red shoes with Yellow hoodie he would still wear that and go to school looking like a Western Tanager.
  4. Feeding him before he leaves for school is a zone I don't even want to enter into.. That actually deserves an entire post..
  5. And then our saviour - The CAB Uncle (as my little one calls him), comes to our rescue to take him to school.
I forgot to mention during this 1.5-2 hours at least 4-5 times he rolls on the floor and cries for something which didn't happen the way he wanted ( could be anything!! ).
After this I rush to work acting like a whirlwind and getting ready as fast as I possibly can, and thus our mornings begin.

The day goes by without much toddler activity, since mommy is at work and evenings are awaited to be re-united with your baby while you kept thinking throughout the day how you could have handled such and such tantrum better, and how you should not have shouted and how you feel guilty about not being there once he reaches back home from school etc. etc.

You enter the door in the evening and come home to your baby who greets you with a big grin and a sloppy kiss and the warmest bear hug possible. But this all but lasts for 2 minutes when you are ordered to go to the room and fetch this or that from one of the almirah's.

You ask for time to freshen up and change- and a tantrum breaks.. You convince him as soon as you are done with getting into your pyjamas and freshening up you would do all that he demands. 5 mins are given to you in which you can't lock the door for the fear that you would leave him out of the room. A quick dress change later you are at the mercy of your little prince/ princess!

While you try your best to discipline him tactfully while playing with him and a tantrum or two are thrown your way. You try to be patient for as long as you can and then go fetch dinner.. 

What happens from Dinner till bed time is chaos, noise, shouting in between cuddles and kissing the owies several times.

Bedtime-- what is that? Who want's to sleep? Not the toddler for sure! Today the lullaby would be sung by the toddler and mumma would be put to bed!!!