I can’t wake up in the morning, I mean early mornings. Though I can be awake till dawn and then be super active for the following day at least till.dusk without sleeping On that I am even better than owls.(bwahahaha) And contrary when I sleep for 7-8 hours, I can still be yawning the next day throughout feeling all sleepy and lazy .
I know I am a strange creature.
So the task of waking me up in the mornings was quite an uphill one,mumma used to wake me and bhai up around the same time for school, he had to leave 15 minutes earlier than me so I used to persist that he should wake up first and take a bath(there was only one bathroom), in the meantime I could catch 10-15 minutes of my beauty sleep. There were days he used to get ready and was about to leave and I was still sleeping coz mumma forgot to come to check on me again probably she got busy in packing the lunch for us. On days like that, my school bus use to be waiting outside, mumma use to be tying my hair, papa use to be tying my shoe laces( yes I didn’t know how to tie my shoe laces till 4th grade ,) and I use to be struggling with my glass of milk, which never seemed to finish . Of course this was multitasking, sadly only for my parents
So on days when she use to get tired of waking me up, she use to say that –I m going, “papa is going to come and wake you up now” and hearing this I use to jump to my feet ,.. No, my dad isn’t as temperamental as Amrish Puri in some villainous role , but he doesn’t have the patience to wake a moron like me specially in mornings, although I am my dad’s favorite over bhai but somehow he used to get impatient and irritated if I didn’t wake up immediately. It was rear when mom opted to blackmailing of this sort though, because when she did ,she knew I would get nasty and not take my lunch, (yes I was like this or maybe I still am)
Almost 3 years that mom passed away, I try wake up myself now, but ask dad to wake me up in case I don’t wake up by myself. Its surprising, he has become more tolerant and patient, he doesn’t get irritated if I don’t wake up immediately, and when I go off to sleep in mornings( exam time, I study thru night and catch up my sleep in morning) he just comes into the room to switch off the lights, remove the books from my bed and covers me with a blanket. This is so much unlike him Circumstances, sometimes change us, and we don’t even realize
Mornings have surely become better, yes I do miss mom, but its comforting to know that dad is around to take care just like mom did..And on Sundays he lets me sleep till I the time I don’t wake up myself, just like mom did
Also there is a song – C’est la vie by Shania Twain, not one among my favorites but a line or two in between just seems perfect to add some rhyme to this post
Don't let it get to you
C'est la vie! That's life,
and that's how it's gonna be
C'est la vie! Hold tight,
it comes right eventually
Yes it does comes right eventually ( at least I would like to believe it)
