crafty

Ma!!!! I forgot! ( Heard this before??) and the time says 8.50 P.M. Now, if this forgotten malady existed before 7, wouldn't it have been cured. No! How can it? Where's the excitement of parenting, where's the rush hours, the stress....? so I gingerly, ( hoping against all hopes its just a very normal thing forgotten and for which I have my useful remedies. That sweet stressful, 'ur my best mom 'look oozing out of those sly eyes....knowing full well, that a 'not done project' could mean me standing in the silent corridors, chewing more than my fingernails...worrying to death, what that lil, mind must be ging thru...nah, I'd rather trudge thru the rainswept , slushy roads, with umbrella in hand and go digging into dusty chart papers, pictures, and god knows what, looking the best clown that can be conjured. PLonk myself to the task of cutting sticking, and being told what to do, and more importantly: " You don't know anything, ma" , only to hear the next minute ...a screech, " Maaaaa.....shit!!!( I thought there were better words being taught lil children, all of 11, ) I forgot!! one more??? Now what???...I had to stick pictures in my note. Thats cakewalk, I thought.

But who said it was....early paleolithic man, didnt think they would require his skills and tools to be kept ready in hand all colored and printed, did he??? At 9.00 pm , its back to the ever helpful, internet ( How did these kids manage in the pre-internet days??? ) Maybe the project were based on those pictures you got in the friendly neighbourhood 'shetty angadi' [the all purpose mall for us hassled mom's- all of 100 sft]

Sit through, cutting and sticking, trying to act all knowledgeable, when the silence is haunting.....the rascal lot, has gone into deep slumber...knowing that momma, will ease it away... 3 hours, and endless moves to keep the "segmenta sacralia medullae spinalis:- no adlike moves, with MOOV-from collapsing . And as my friend says, keeping the eyes open with a pair of clothes clips....finish with the very much appreciated ( by thyself of course, what did u expect???) work. I quickly close all paraphernelia...and jump straight into bed. With visions of glowing monsters, attacking the gluestick only to let it fall splash on the sheets..., the looming faces of the teachers...) I blissfully settle into deep slumber.
And who said it was eay. But the "awesome, amma, ur the best" drives all those monsters into their nooks.....and I get back to chewing the nails, .....