Have you ever woken up from a nightmare only to realise that it is time for the alarm to go? It was one such day I recently came across. Shrugging the thoughts away, and toiling to get out of bed on a cold winter day is never easy. But duty has its command over life, and no matter how much the nightmare lingers over in the memory, it finally has to recede to the background.
No household is devoid of arguments and difference of opinion, but when it strikes right in the morning, it is a little harder to deal with.
I have no qualms to acknowledge that mine is not a perfect, ideal household, and it is a daily struggle to wake up my child and send him to school.
So what was unusual that morning? Well, if you have to fight out a battle of words to win the argument about the advantages of basic hygiene, it definitely is. Sometimes, I feel parenting is a very difficult task. Hats off to my compeers who have teenagers to deal with.
I regretted not taking the saying, ‘Morning shows the day’, seriously enough and went on to screw my day further.
I was supposed to take a written test for a probable job opportunity that day. I could have postponed it for a day, had I not wished to challenge the superstition brewing in my thoughts.
Taking a deep breath, I convinced myself to turn the table, and with positive thoughts logged in to access the test material.
Honestly, I am not sure how fast people can edit, but I am not a speedster. Hundred questions in a period of sixty minutes was a little too much from my perspective. It is no surprise that the test turned out to be a disaster, much more in consequence than how half the day had passed.
Some days are just imperfect and we can never prepare ourselves enough when things do not work our way. The immediate response is bitter, but as the taste of imperfection slowly settles down we tend to cling on simple joys of living.
For me, it was a tight hug of my child, once he returned from school. Look for yours!
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