The damm personalities again… Clash of the Titans again!!
Only this time it’s my personality with that of my little monster.
To stand and make a light conversation can get my stress levels
high. Well, as an introvert I hate talking in crowd. I can’t imagine
befriending people on my own. I hate parties unless some bones of mine have
been intoxicated and I am just a nervous wreck having to meet new or even known
people especially if they are loud and boisterous. Seriously, how do I manage one over-grown kid
and one to be growing kid both over-excited and overtly restless? But as an adult you can get away with lot of
things that you want to avoid intentionally. But not as a mother to an over enthusiastic
toddler. Having a quiet moment was my treasure that was suddenly snatched when
my little munchkin suddenly became a monster to reckon with.
I am surrounded with moms who want to go to cafes and chill
while their little ones are in school trying to decipher their A,B,C and Ds. So
I duck and avoid - that’s the easy part. But how does one avoid the birthday
parties? So, I drag myself with a bright smile only because my monster has to
attend his friend’s birthday and give him his ‘gift’. So while he is busy with
his gang I try to do small talks with my fellow mommies and surprise surprise
the topic of discussion is ‘mom-in-law’ so I duck further and try to find my monster
only to find his clothes messed up with some lovely chocolate cake with a wide
grin on his face.
I catch my moment of sanity by cleaning him but he is more
than comfortable in the mess wanting to show off to his friends. From when was a messy tee-shirt an in-thing?
I always knew my monster would be one hell of a determined
guy but surely I realised the super market isn’t a place for that right now. So
I put him in the trolley and we start our shopping with the list. But the
adamant fellow wants to walk besides me pulling out his juices, milk cartons
and chocolates by himself, pulling down half things along with it. And when I
give him the murderous look he makes the sorriest face that I can’t help but
smile. Without any options I make him sit on the trolley and I finally sigh a
relief. But nonetheless the game isn’t over. “Excuse me everybody. Please move
aside,” he shrills. The shoppers turn and smile giving my trolley a way to
move. Oh, how I wish the ground could
swallow me right then rather than trying to push the trolley between the amused
shoppers. And it doesn’t end. He doesn’t stop. He has to say thank you to each
one of them. Why can’t he just sit and enjoy his cookies and chips, I wonder?
If cookies and chips don’t work, surely an ice-cream works
when you want to sit in peace. But my monster thinks otherwise for sure. As a
family outing we go grab a scoop. So my little fellow wants the pink colour
ice cream. Just as I place the order I see he has disappeared. I spin my head
and find him face-to-face with an adversary with a look that either of them
challenging the other. So I jump in with a, “what happened,” and his adversary
is quick to respond. It’s not pink colour ice-cream, its strawberry ice
cream. And how can the monster stay
behind. So in a rather powerful force he says, “Its pink colour ice- cream not
strawberry. So I Ms. Explanation tries to enlighten his rival, its strawberry
but he does not know the name so for him its pink colour. The next thing my
monster’s rival is categorically asked to mind himself and is dragged with a
chocolate ice cream. My introverted eyes kept looking at my monster happily
licking his pink ice cream not wanting to be dragged out but wanting to finish
it there itself. How much I wished to disappear from the face of this earth.
But alas, we go back with a big grin on his face.
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