Mornings like these


I wake up to the clang of a plate falling and being hurriedly retrieved. It’s H, I know.

‘Clumsy as ever,’ I murmur to myself as I mentally shake my head and turn over with a sigh. Part of me wonders vaguely if I should get up and check the damage but then sleep claims me.

Last year, H came up with this new schedule of starting his day at 5. I woke up with him for a couple of months, getting his tea for him and making sure he was up.

For a while, I used to sit with him but then I realised he didn’t quite need me so I started going back to bed. I love my morning sleep and thanks to working night-shifts I can pretty much fall off any time, any number of times.

Then one day H said he didn’t need me to wake him up and that he was more than capable of making his own tea too.

So now I lie in bed each morning half awake grateful for the extra snooze hours.

The Husband, also an early riser, is the next to wake up. I hear him getting out of bed and reaching for his phone. Even through shut eyes I am aware of the glare as he does a quick scroll. I hear him readying for his walk but sleep off yet again, even before the door shuts behind him.

Then its N emerging from her room, after an extended loo-time. What she does in there has been a topic of intrigue for the rest of us but remains a mystery. I have progressed from annoyance to anger to frustration and finally, to acceptance.

I call out to her to make my tea along with hers on somedays, while on others I take on the chore.

On my way to the kitchen I look in on H deep into his books. N and I then settle down with our teas. Unlike H who heads straight for his books when he wakes up, N needs these few minutes to think aloud and clear her head before she begins her day. We catch up on her school stories and go over her plans for the day.

Of late, it’s talk of her future that dominates her mind space. She’s still undecided on what course to take and is constantly thinking about it. With H, sorted long ago, she feels the immense pressure of committing to a career choice. She’s an overthinker, this one. I offer advice and comfort, trying to ease the pressure, letting her know whatever decision she takes will be the right one.

By 7, I’m heading over to the kitchen with N following me, her chatter unending. Even as I get breakfast going, H is calling out.
‘Maaaa!’, he bleats, ‘Breakfast!’ in a ritual we’ve come to laugh at every morning.

When H gets hungry, he really gets hungry, right since he was a baby. It’s a family joke, that he has a clock inside his stomach. At 7 each morning, the clock rings out an alarm.

Another five minutes and he’ll be hovering around me, getting in the way as I move from stove to sink chopping and toasting. He’ll hang around teasing and laughing like his six-year-old self, holding me in a half hug, tripping me till I shoo him away.

Then it’ll be N chortling at him for being shooed away launching into the ‘Mama doesn’t love you’ refrain kicking off one of their endless arguments. Seventeen years and they’re still at it!

I call out to them putting an end to their squabbles. Breakfast is most often eggs. I do enjoy springing an occasional surprise though – an elaborate Spanish-Omelette one day, soft Idlis with Sambhar another day or fluffy pancakes and hot porridge. H and N aren’t picky eaters and it’s easy to make them happy.

Breakfast done, the children disappear into their rooms while I take on the pile of chores that awaits me.

Since last year, both of them have had afternoon school so the morning rush is a thing of the past.

A luxury, I know. No matter what the rest of the day brings, these mornings remain my sustenance.

I have to confess, I never really appreciated them till I got down to writing this piece and realised how grateful I am to have left the rush behind. Drop by here or here to see how far I’ve come.

A warm shoutout to Blogchatter for helping me count my blessings. This post is a part of Blogchatter Blog Hop.

21 Replies to “Mornings like these”

  1. I loved the warmth in this post. No one can blame H for his body clock calling out hunger at 7 am since he wakes up at 5. Ask me I am the same. As for N spending more time in the loo explains the fact for me why D does the same or why D’s father too does the same. They are doing most of their overthinking inside there as well while I carry on doing it throughout the day while doing the chores.
    You know summer vacation is going on for us right now sparing me of the need to wake up at 5.30 am every day. This way it is good. Yet, I am counting the days on my fingers when the school will reopen on 10th Aug and I will go back to getting all the cooking done for the day till 7 am. And then I will have the time to do the things I love doing for the rest of the day like blogging.

    1. In some ways rushed mornings are great compensation for a relaxed day. As of now I’m just grateful both of them have somewhat similar timing. More than freeing me up I used to worry that they would not get enough time together. As for loo-time I liked Kadambari’s nomenclature (in one of the comments) of calling it the ‘Soch’alay :-).

  2. I tried for many years to be a morning person. I finally accepted that I cannot be that person. I wake up when I do and my day starts then.

    This post is so adorable. It is nice when kids finally grow up and not need their parents for basics. As much as it must be heartbreaking to let go, it sure does come with relief I guess.

  3. LOL @ what N does in the loo! You said na… she’s an overthinker. Probably that’s what she does in there too! I call MY bathroom “my SOCHaalay” (as opposed to “shochaalay”)… and yes, I am an overthinker too. 😀

    1. Oooh that’s a good one – sochaalay – house of thinking. Dare not share it with N though, she’ll feel completely justified in spending time there. Not that she needs a reason!

  4. How wonderful for you that while they’ve grown, they still remain the same. Your post had me smiling and although I’ve not met any of you, I could picture the kitchen scene you described so well.
    Here’s to many more mornings with your loves! ♥

  5. In a week, the school starts here and I will be dealing with the morning rush for the next 10 months again. That being said I am okay to deal with the morning madness as it leads to a calmer day with no kids at home. 😀
    Thank you for letting me take a peek at your morning, Tulika. Your writing is so surreal and captivating. I am glad to know that you are getting your shut eye in the morning. 🙂

    1. Just like every cloud has a silver lining, every silver lining has a cloud too :-). Not to sound ungrateful, but somedays I miss the times they were gone in the morning and I had the day (and the house) to myself.

  6. I love reading your mommy posts, Tulika. I get lost amidst the stories you tell so beautifully about your bacchaas. 🙂 My, how they have grown up! 17, right? They will be in college next year, isn’t it? My best wishes to them. I am sure N will make the right decision for her future, just like H.

    1. Thank you Shilpa. I too feel like you have been part of their growing up years. It just doesn’t seem like you’ve never met them, or me for that matter!

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