I am cooking.
Sambar is in its final stage. From the time I had entered the kitchen I have already attended twice to the baby’s cry and twice to look for the missing lego pieces. (No, not lego duplo, I am talking about the tiny lego bricks). Fortunately, my subconscious mind knows how to make sambar. In spite of four intermissions, it has reached its final stage in time. I take the regulator weight to fix on to the pressure cooker and before I can do it, the phone ringtone goes aloud. I run to take the call else the baby will wake up for the third round. Guess who made that important call? The father! Any call made by the father during his office hours is an important call.
The father goes, “Go to the work table, there will be a bunch of papers. Search for a white paper which will be half wet. Along with this paper, there will be a pamplet……”
All of the sudden, the son lets out a big wail, following which goes, “Amma, where is the black lego man’s red cap?”
“…..on the pamplet, three phone numbers will be written with red ink…….”
“…..and the blue lego man’s black wrench…..?……
“…..look for the name against the numbers. One name will begin with R. Whatsapp me the number.”
“…..It is missing. I want it now! Now! Now!”
Out of confusion, I reach the lego box first with the phone in one hand (assuming the father is still online but he wasn’t actually) and the cooker weight in another hand.
Now, the door bell rings. The baby cries. The son wails. The father calls again, “Did you send the number?”
Wait a minute, where is the steam coming from?! 😯
That’s how the cooker weight reached the lego box which I eventually discovered after four days when I sat down to sort out his play area.
All of us experience continuous flow of thoughts in our heads, don’t we? When this thought process is intermitted by a phone call or a door bell, we might come back to the same line of thoughts or pick up a new one. With either, the continuity of the flow of thoughts is reclaimed. However, when attending to babies or looking after little children, especially those who are talkative, our thought process gets disturbed frequently leading to a miserable discontinuation of the flow. That’s how the demand to catch up on more than one activity at the same time, in addition to the suspended thought flow, can sometimes make a mother confused (at least, if ‘disoriented’ sounds exaggerated).
Here’s a 10-minute example of what happened today morning:
My brain thinks: It’s letter D today for the AtoZchallenge….
The little brainy asks: “Amma, why do some objects go down in the water but some stay on the top?”
My brain pauses: I look at his toy cars which he has put in water.
My brain relates: Oh, he means to ask why the red car is floating while the blue one has sunk.
I reply: The red car is light, so it’s on the top. The blue car is heavy, so it goes down.
My brain thinks: Which out of the two words I had shortlisted for D should I write on, today?
The little brainy says: “Amma!”
My brain pauses and I reply: “Yes?”
The little brainy says: “I found something.”
I ask: “What?”
The little brainy says: “When I place my palm inside water, my skin colour becomes light.”
My brain feels: “What?”
My brain sort of thinks, sort of relates and is sort of confused: I reply, “It’s because of refraction of light.”
My brain anticipates the next question and tries to visualize the 9th standard physics text book.
But the little brainy answers: “Ok.”
My brain feels good and retracts from the physics text book.
My brain thinks: I must whatsapp his questions to the family group. Someone might answer. What about D? Dilemma or disorientation? But is dilemma an emotion?
The little brainy says: “Amma….”
This conversation was happening as I was feeding him breakfast, after which I will have to give him a bath and get him ready for school. So, at the back of my mind, I had the ‘get-him-ready-for-school’ thing and the ‘D’ thing, the middle of which I had to answer his physics questions while my thought flow was breaking after every few seconds.
If you closely followed the above conversation, you will understand how and why moms get exhausted quickly. It’s more of a mental challenge than physical. Hence, when moms say that they are busy, know that they actually mean they are multi-tasking. When they say they don’t have time for themselves, they mean that it has been a while since they got lost in thoughts.
During one such confused day, I had called the Amazon guy instead of the Uber guy. I asked him where he was and if he knows the route to our place. The call went perfectly well after which I realized what I did. And it took a few more minutes to realize, OMG, the courier is on the way, I need to cancel the cab!
I have switched on the washing machine and let it run with no clothes in it. I have taken a baby diaper instead of a sanitary napkin to the bathroom. I have got stuck unable to recollect the third line of Twinkle twinkle little star. I have forgotten (several times) to have a bath. I have found a crayon in the egg case……and so much more!
Do you remember such funny moments? Please write below. Let’s laugh together 🙂