Dhruv missed school because he didn’t wake up on time and I did not have the required energy to coax him out of his sleep. I saw book lying on the table next to the bed and I aborted the plan to send him to school letting him sleep and hoping him to wake up as late as possible so that I could read peacefully. But as destiny would permit, he woke up at just the right time, 7.20 am. This is the time when we leave the house everyday to go to the bus stop. Now, since I did not get enough time to read by this time, I declared it to be the Reading Day in the house. The breakfast and lunch were already prepared to my respite since I had finished cooking early in the morning.
On several occasions, I have suffered the consequences of having my Reading Day failed with him present in the house but somehow, I refuse to learn from my debacles. The day I feel low on energy to do the chores, those are the days I should surely send him to school but it always happens the other way.
So, yes. I kept reading, in between.
In between of fetching him the tool box for opening his toy car screws.
In between of his demand for 3 cells to be put inside the toy car and my declining to provide the cells.
In between of his pestering to forgo the rule of ‘No TV’ watching on Fridays.
In between of giving upon the rule and allowing him to watch TV for the sake of reading and some sanity.
In between of serving breakfast and lunch and calling out frequently to finish his meals.
In between of frequent power cuts and listening to his cries.
And, somewhere in between the day ended.
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