That is just the beginning of my woes. Because now I have to worry about if I have the required ingredients for the menu. I do a quick mental scan of the kitchen and realize that few things are indeed not available. It’s too late to go out now and buy anything, so I think of few other options and settle on something 1. that is agreeable to all, 2. which was not on the menu in the past week and 3. all ingredients for cooking it are available. That doesn’t settle my worries, because I didn’t estimate the cooking time. I’ll never be able to make it in time before the school van arrives. Darn! I have to repeat the process again.
The mind flits from one idea to another and finally cooks up something 1. that is agreeable to all, 2. which was not on the menu in the past week, 3. all ingredients for cooking it are available, and 4. the cooking time is the least. Oh! I will need my oven to execute the task. But what if there is no power in the morning, as it happens on so many summer days? Re-think.. After a lot of hemming and hawing with myself, I now conjure up something that is blah, blah, blah, blah plus 5. doesn’t need my oven. Satisfied, I think I can bid my worries goodbye and sleep peacefully.
As I toss in bed, I try to think if I have missed out on something. The school uniforms! Let me have a check. Just as I had thought! I have to iron them and I better do it now. Can’t trust the electricity, remember? Phew! Finally done. I can go back to my bed.
As soon as I fall asleep, I see a huge ocean of worries, and I am swimming with all my strength, against the currents, just managing to keep my head above water. I pass wave after wave, small ones and big ones. Clean-the-house wave, vaccum-the-upholstery wave, bathe-the-kids wave, do-the-laundry wave, iron-the-clothes wave, fix-breakfast-lunch-dinner wave, drop-off-and-pick-the-kids wave, pay-bills wave, change-linen wave, shop-for-groceries-and-stuff wave…. As I bob in and out of the waters being hit by the waves, I see a whirlpool of worries, the “please-all” whirlpool! And then I hear a loud beep.
I am as tired as hell. I open my eyes to see smiling faces. My kids and hubby are towering over me. The AC’s still running. So the power supply has not been cut off yet. I see a tray on my bedside. There are two cups of coffee and breakfast. There’s a card that reads, Happy Birthday mom. Then there’s a black forest cake waiting to be cut. It brings a smile to my face. Then I suddenly worry why the kids aren’t still ready for school. ‘Chill mom’, says my elder one. ‘It’s Sunday’. Oh! Thank God! I feel energetic again. I wonder if I should go back to sleep again. But then, I have to…..
He he That was quiet a summing up of what you do! :)
ReplyDeleteAnd it is real strenuous to be a mom but you are doing a great job Lil' Princess! Never worry! Just remember no matter what,your kids remind you quiet often how precious your presence and loving deeds are to them! I don't think mothers can ask for a better gift than them! And how can I forget ,obviously your husby too! Now you know that better! :)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LIL PRINCESS! Hugs and kisses your way! Lotsa love.xxoo :)
Thanks Jen....Ur very "Jen"erous with your compliments!! my kids and hubby have no doubt been my most precious gifts...and everything I do is just keeping them in mind...
DeleteThanks for the birthday wishes( my bday falls in august!!)lots of love to you too!!
ouch! this post sounded so much like me! i mean, i am a worry machine too :))
ReplyDeletebtw, it would have been nice if u had split up the post into paragraphs - easier to read
Thanks sujatha, Yea I realised that and now the para's are in place!! thanks for pointing it out!!
Deletespot on, princess! i relate to every bit in the post! very well written..as usual!
ReplyDeleteThanks Lilac...I guess being a mother brings out that worry instinct in us!!
Deletewhat a great post- exactly right- and what does the worry help us? Nothing! Ah, but the kids really do just make things wonderful, don't they?
ReplyDeleteThat's right Anjuli.. but somehow worrying is like second skin to mother's, but most of times, irrespective of whether we worry or not, things happen exactly like they should...so why worry?
ReplyDeletePlug into Bob Marley's 'don't worry, be happy'. ;-)
ReplyDeletehmmmm...:-)))
Deletehaha.. that breakfast question and worry is there in evry mothers mind..;) even my mother do all this scanning of ingredients alarm and breakfast planning evryday...loved this one..:)
ReplyDeleteglad you liked it!
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