It seems almost as if they have planned it. Never to sleep together. I mean, never to sleep at the same time. So much that each day and night becomes an unending saga of wakefullness, or sleep. Aniruddh has this charming habit of waking me, when I inadvertently doze off, in the midst of a story, playtime or even sleep time. He must sleep first, rather, I must be awake so long as he gets to share my time and space. Mummy wake up, I hear him shriek right inside my ear. He doesn't want to waste any bit of sound from his mouth. Sometimes he also has the charming habit of switching on the light. At 5.30 am - good morning, wake up everybody he says. My career predictions for him include - hostel matron, army major-general, dictator, boxing instructor etc.
Did someone say how cute? Cute is not exactly what strikes you when you get woken up at 2 am for days in a row by kid no. 2 to finally hit the sack in the early morning, and then to be woken up by no. 1 early in the morning -- well he's nice and fresh with his full sleep and raring to go... and take me with him! Then by the time he's tired, no. 2 is ready to take on. This momma is good fun, he thinks. Let me play with her again. My worry is that Advaith seems to be a fast learner, and his only teacher so far seems to be elder brother!
The only thing I pray for nowadays is sleep. God, I say, let me sleep for some more time. The place, position, the time, nothing matters. God gave me the answer. The toilet seat has never been a more welcome place. What bliss in being alone.
But then, even before your eyes fully shut you hear the door banging so loudly, it's a wonder it's still standing. "Mummy, don't sleep!"
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