Wednesday, December 05, 2012

Working father-who's that?

Your morning starts at 6 a.m. Next hour washes away under warm water splashes, twin-squeaky giggles, I-am-too-cute-for-my-shirt tantrums. Oh and dare you forget the anti-mosquito cream, your wife will sting you with her remark. Beware of wifengue!

Next share the breakfast, not eating but feeding. Just about manage a bite before you sprint to work. Aa aa what about the 'teach the baby bye-bye when you are just about to step out?'.

Finally office, meetings, work, meetings, work, call from the wife; 'the he's not eating properly'. More work, more meetings, call from the wife ;'the she is being naughty'. Still more work, meetings, call from the wife;' don't forget to buy their diapers (luckily no 'maid has not come again call' today) syrups, rash- cream etc etc'. The call again; 'the when are you coming, I am tired, loosing patience and sanity'.

Reach home, luckily just in time for dinner, dinner tantrums of the angels I mean. First bite; stand-up in the high chair, second bite; what's with the same boring food everyday expression, third bite; you almost choked me expression. Twentieth bite, if and when; I am going to blast, free me baaahhhh, booohhh.

Wash down tick-tick 1 your dinner tick-tick 2, change your tick-tick 3 clothes, sorry, time out. We need our milk bottle, I need my sanity. We need a diaper change, I have been changing them all day, I am human. We need story time, I played with them, took them for a walk, fed them lunch, cleared their toys, I am exhausted. We are not sleepy, I have no life, no friends, no calls, no movies, no eating out. Ok we are sleepy, I am sleepy too. Boooohh,  baaahhhh, crib-crib-crib. Booohhh, baaaahh, crib-crib-crib.

Lights off, one down, another half an hour of listening, cajoling, comforting all out. 
Finally your time. 

Or did I hear the kid crying?