Emergency and Exploitation
Sometimes if you try too hard, things don’t fall into place. I am trying to write but at the moment there is no logical end to my thoughts. Little boy is going back to school this week. So hopefully, I would have time to focus and write. However, time is not the only problem, ideas are the problem. Even when I time everything, dishes, work commitments, kids, toddler’s nap, there is no way I can time inspiration and ideas. I don’t think anyone can time that? Right, 1:30 pm, time for fresh, innovative ideas. You sit, but nothing happens. A brain freeze! I have been thinking about writing more, taking my blog to the next level, but haven’t been able to do it. So, trying to keep it to the weekly posts at least. While debating on the next topic for my blog, I thought because the kids are around, I will write something which is centred around them. This happened a lot during the holidays. I call it emergency and exploitation.
Have you noticed them?
Just when you enter the toilet or bathroom, there is a sudden emergency and 90% of the time (100% in some cases) there would be a knock on the door with the world’s most important event or emergency breakdown or outbreak of something. It’s just a matter of countdown 3…2…1. Knock…knock.. Your whole world, just a wall away seems to have fallen apart. As if you were the glue, holding everything together. ‘Mummy, can you please come quickly?’ While daddy is sitting right there with them, he gets away unnoticed. I through in a bit of sarcasm and tell him to use his invisibility to fight crime! How do they manage to be so accurate and precise with the timings?
The highest form of exploitation happens while you are on a phone call. My elder one would definitely come with the computer, signalling me to put the password for the computer. At times, I can somehow signal him back to go away with a big shake of my head or rounding of my mouth, meaning a ‘No’. The other one would try to open something (Something – NOT TO BE TOUCHED) in the kitchen. Either you give in or hang up. Once I had a work phone, I had to quickly hide in the bathroom. There was noise outside but still manageable. While the person on the other end of the phone had absolutely no idea of the sheer amount of things I was managing to attend that phone. To add to my troubles, he asked me to write a phone number of a client. What else? I had no pen or pencil or paper. Why would I? I tried to be very professional and said in my most polite voice, ‘Could you please email me the no.?’ ‘You don’t have a pen? That’s when you wear your creative hat and come up with something smart really quickly. I said, ‘I am driving at the moment. Thank you very much:-)’.
It doesn’t last forever, I know it very well. They are already growing! You are the world for them, I know that too. They are my world as well. Don’t get me wrong. But I forget and react. If at all, when they knock, I could somehow tell myself to have patience and enjoy the attention. Does it happen to you as well?