Sundays come and go

How my Sunday starts
Scene one:
Diaa wake up, it’s 8 am.
After some cuddling, some pampering, some masti with papa, Diaa wakes up. She heads straight to the bathroom, answers her natures call, brushes her teeth, takes a bath, gets dressed. All with mummy’s help ofcourse. Within 30 mins of her waking up, she is all dressed up with even her hair neatly combed. No struggling, no mumbling, no power clashes. The only big task for me now is to get her to eat. For the next 40-45 mins her breakfast will travel from her room to my room to the drawing room to the balcony to dadi’s room, getting stuffed in her mouth before she finally finishes it.

Scene two:
Me:”Pratham wake up, it’s 10 am now. You have slept enough, now get up, it’s very late.”
No response from Pratham
Me:”Pratham didn’t u hear me?? I asked u to wake up.”
Diaa:” mumma, main to kitna jaldi uth gayi na, brush bhi kar li, nhai nhai bhi kar li, main to good girl ban gayi na!!! Bhaiya to abhi bhi soya pada hai”( very cleverly she skips the breakfast part)
Pratham:” ae Diaa zyada mat Bol”
Diaa: ” aap zyada mat bolo”
Pratham :” tu chup kar, sare din bolti rehti hai”
Diaa:” mumma, dekho na Bhaiya mujhe tu Bol raha hai, main Bhaiya ko aap Bol rahi hu to bhi Bhaiya mujhe tu Bol raha hai”
Meanwhile, I pull away his blanket, open the curtains and windows, switch off the fan. After some twisting and turning, some mumbling, some failed attempts to get back under the blanket, Pratham wakes up.
Now he is lying on the sofa, all curled up and tries to reach for the tv remote. But mom is on guard and before he can get hold of it, mom already has them. ( maa ke haath kanoon se zyada lambe hai!!!) “First go and brush your teeth, freshen up and then after eating your breakfast, u can watch tv.”
Diaa: ” main to kitna jaldi uth gayi na, brush bhi karli, nhai nhai bhi karli, Bhaiya to phir se so Gaya” ( again avoiding the breakfast part) and their verbal fight starts again. There is some more twisting and turning, some false crying, some pleading, some mumbling but all in vain. Pratham realises that mom is not going to give up, time to use my brahmastra, this will surely not fail. And in his most heart wrenching, soul stirring voice comes out a quaint “DAAAADIIIIIII” It’s not very loud but enough to reach the ears of his saviour and melt her heart like butter on a hot knife!!!
Again there’s some mumbling, some arguing but this time it’s me who is doing it, after not being able to survive the brahmastra!!! After 10 mins pratham is sitting at his favourite corner of the sofa, right in front of the tv, enjoying his favourite cartoons and dadi is sitting next to him with his Breakfast, feeding him bite by bite.
Breakfast is fed in 10-15 mins. The next two hours go lazily in front of the TV with a few occasional complaints like,
” mumma, Diaa ko bolona tv ke aage se hate”
” mumma, Diaa me mere paon pe paon rakha”
“Mumma, Diaa mujhe laat mar rahi hai”
“Mumma, Diaa ne remote le liya, wo kuch bhi button Daba rahi hai”
“Mumma, mumma, mumma……………
And finally mumma has to switch off the tv and ask Pratham to get up and take a bath. This is the beginning of a new struggle. First it is about sending him to the bathroom and then it is about asking him to come out of it.
When I am asking him to go to the bathroom Diaa says,” mumma, main to kitna jaldi uth gayi na, brush bhi karli, nhai nhai bhi karli, Bhaiya to abhi tak nhaya hi nahi hai” and another round of verbal fights begin.
When I am banging the bathroom door asking him to come out after spending half an hour under the shower Diaa says,” mumma main to kitna jaldi uth gayi, brush bhi karli, nhai nhai bhi karli, Bhaiya to abhi bhi bathroom me hi baitha hai, kitna pani waste kar raha hai, building me pani kum hai na, sunta hi nahi hai” and there they go again.

How my Sunday ends
Pratham and Diaa have changed into their night suits, Diaa had a long afternoon nap so she will be watching tv will papa, Pratham has to wake up next day at 5:45 am for school, so he has to skip watching CID and go to sleep( sometimes even the brahmastra fails!!!) Just routinely I ask him,” have u packed your bag for tomorrow?? Don’t take unnecessary books. Arrange it as per monday’s time table.”
Pratham:” mumma, kal to monday hai!!!! S.St activity hai, Spain ke bull fights ki pictures aur information leke jaana hai!!! Main to aapko batana hi Bhool gaya!!!

Woooow!!!! What a Sunday!!!

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