Morning Tea

An every morning affair …

Tea

It’s 6 am as the alarm goes off and I struggling to get 5 more minutes of my time on the bed. Snooze it man! It’s now 6:15 and I hear my husband cajoling my kids to get up. It’s a signal for me too to get out of bed before he roars on all 3 of us.Me finally out of the bed and into the kitchen now feel a bit of stiffness around my waist, a bit twisting and turning helps and I begin the process of making 4 tiffins for the day. Each day a new struggle what to cook and then to convince them to please finish their tiffins or else….!

So while I am at it my hubby has already ushered them into the bathroom for their morning ablutions and rushes back in the kitchen for a quick hug. Boys are now at the table and me trying to recollect what went into the sandwiches yesterday as my boys don’t like a repeat in their tiffins. Gaurav my hubby serves them each a banana and 7 almonds to munch and comes back to the kitchen again,no not for a second hug but to warm their milk. “I need the microwave so hurry up with the milk please”, I sprout. Today they want cheese on toast which needs me to pre heat the oven. The milk is done but the boys still focusing too hard on the banana. My hubby’s ‘Late ho Jayega, c’mon fast be fast’ is still making no difference to their speed. I serve the boys some butter toast to go with the milk and the younger one declares its potty time for him. So while I am laying the breads in the oven Gaurav takes him to the loo. Now since my younger brat wants someone always around as he sits on that throne, his father uses this time to re-iron and straighten the folding lines from their school uniform while listening to the younger one yank about what this boy did to him and what that teacher told him and why and how he lost his pencil yesterday yet again. Meanwhile the elder one who has finished his breakfast declares that he wants to use the bathroom. FYI,  we have 3 bathroom but my boys are in love with this one alone coz the other 2 has imaginary spiders in them which are always visible to them but always invisible to me.

A war like situation near the bathroom, my 2 tiffins are done yet 2 more to go . It’s 6:50 and the younger one still has to finish his food.He is brought back to the table by his papa and he is non stop chattering about this girl who troubles him in the bus.Morning is the only time he remembers the past future and present and wants all his answers too. My husband now sits down with him to help him finish his toast while checking his office mails in between replying him with a wow yes and no . The elder one my accha bachcha is almost ready and so is their second tiffin . Today they have pasta for lunch in white sauce as requested by them last night. What an accomplishment , but the water bottle still needs to be filled and I call out for my assistant to help and my knight in shining armour appears back in the kitchen to have them filled as I pack up their lunch boxes into their bags. It’s 7:10 I rush in my room to change my clothes as it’s time to drop the boys.  As I comb my hair to look civilised I see my husband struggling to get my younger one wear his shoes while  the elder one is out of the house and threatens to leave as the lift arrives and the little one hopping on one legs shouts ‘Bhiya wait na’.. We are finally at the bus stop and I exchange my greetings with the moms around while reminding my boys that I want their tiffin boxes empty. As the school bus rolls in and I kiss them goodbye I say a short prayer as they alight to keep them safe while they are away.

Back home and its time I always look forward to for my morning cup of chai (tea) with my husband just the way he makes it ekdum kadak masala chai. This tea just makes my day as we to sit down with the newspaper and the hot cuppa and our usual chit chat.

So this is like what happens every morning. Things go a little berserk when he is travelling. I have to do everything on my own. Not that I can’t but he has certainly spoilt me in these 16 years. And NO, I haven’t trained him at all , he has been like this since I have known him. Once I even told my MIL this “ If your man treats you like a princess its a proof that he has been born and raised in the arms of a queen”. She was so delighted and happy to hear this.

I am blessed to have a companion in him who helps me day in day out. Gives me my freedom. Supports me and guides me as a mentor. He is all practical and I am emotional and so I rely on his advice and decisions many times. He is the best dad my boys could have, one who reads them stories at night, attends all the PTM’s with me , takes them for their games and classes over the weekends , shops with them while keeping a tab on their academics as well.A hands-on-dad for sure. Touchwood.

I am secretly hoping that my boys too will turn out like their father when they grow up. But just hoping won’t help here . How do I make them responsible and humane ?  I am sure there is an indirect learning as they see their Papa take on house work with so much ease each day. Very often my elder one pitches in to help. On other days I call out to him for small chores he can manage.  Some simple ones like –

Help me prepare the table for dinner

Help me clear the table post dinner

Folding his comforters as he step out from his bed

Using the wiper to clean and dry the bathroom after his bath

Fill the empty bottles for the fridge in summers

Water the plants

Help me in the simple task of the kitchen at times

Clean his study table and organise his drawers.

Keep his shoes back in the shoe rack. Et al…

Some simple rules. Small steps – one at a time. Won’t be long before I create thorough gentlemen out of my boys. It is very important they understand and realise that it’s not a women job alone to run the house.

So, Don’t hesitate to delegate and ask for help whether you have a girl child or a even a boy.

Happy families have Happy Helping Hands. 🤗