Daughter's First PTI

First saturday morning of July was my daughter's first PTI (parent-teacher interaction) in her new big school. Sounds interesting right ?? Well, it was. Purely adventurous !

I was excited to find out how she conducts herself in the school. Therefore was keenly looking forward to it. There was only one problem- it was from 9:30 am- 9:40 am on the first day of a two day long weekend. Hush!!

Thanks to my younger daughter who woke up at 6:30 am for a cup of boo- milk in her baby language. sleepily she gulped it down and off she collapsed on my shoulder before even reaching the bed. Wonder how target oriented human beings are!

I thought there are umpteen three hours for the meeting. So, made tea for me and my husband who woke up with the boo call. Early morning tea with only hubby dear in the balcony. I was going to have a great day!

Now that the kids are sleeping let me get some fresh air, I thought. There I was, on the roads of Brahmand, Thane treating myself with a luxurious walk, all by myself. Well, its a luxury to have two small daughters and still go for an early morning walk. This luxury is usually given by the super rich husbands- you go I will take care if they get up.

I returned at 7:30 am. Kids still asleep. I read selected few news from the paper and did some preparations for lunch as my aunt and her daughter were reaching from Pune by afternoon. Maid came. She made chapati and cleaned utensils. I read paper again- Saturday Mint Lounge is an awesome piece to read without kids disturbance. 

The younger one got up, again with a boo call. In the mornings she will stick to me. I will have to work with her in my arms at times or sometimes just sit holding her close and chatting with her about things entirely alien to her. She would still cuddle up and hear as if saying- yes, I understand. 

It was 8:00 am. And I heard my mind's first warning bell. 

We were hungry. So I roasted few bread slices and obviously ginger tea to go with it. We ate a few slices each with continuous efforts to feed the cranky toddler who woke up sometime ago. While eating we discussed if we both or rather all four are going for the meeting or only me. I was like let me go alone. If the elder one gets up will take her too. And my poor little husband intended to come for the meeting too- I didn't know whether he wanted to actually meet her teacher and know about her behaviour or he didnt want to take care of both the kids alone early morning. Whatever, I actually appreciated his coming. Its always comforting to have him around.

But there was a twist in the tale. My friend, whose daughter is also in the same school, same class was planning to go husband-less. So I was wondering to go along with her. 

We- my husband and me discussed, debated and then argued about the whole issue while having breakfast. And suddenly stopped talking when we saw the elder one- standing fresh with her sleepy eyes in her cute night dress- "Where are you going baba?" She truly is a father's girl. Well now that post is getting competitive with the younger one equally wanting the attention of only male in the house. 

Panic struck with her waking up. It was 8:45 am and we had to rush.......

My friend called up we will leave by nine. 15 minutes I can easily get ready the elder one and leave. Then again she called up. Her daughter's roll number is before my daughter's. That means she had to leave immediately as her meeting was at 9:15 am. Then I looked at my husband and he looked at me. Because there was no time to argue- all four of us had to go.

My husband helped the elder one brush her teeth. I gave another boo shot to the younger one. Readied a cup of milk for the elder one. Cleaned up the breakfast table at a speed of light. My husband closed the windows and doors. The Elder one insists I feed her milk like her friend's mother does. Well, today there was no time to argue. So I fed her milk for long three minutes. And God forbidden if anyone starts crying, we will not be able reach till afternoon. So had to keep both the babies happy to get them on time. 

In the meantime, my husband got ready. The younger one is under toilet training. But its not always that she will piss in the toilet. So I took out a dress for her. My husband wore her a diaper and some frock. Dressing the elder one is now a days becoming troublesome as she wants to wear only pyjamas and jeans- no frocks and skirts. Today was an exception and I didnt take time to select a dress for her. 

I rushed to get ready. A file-case with all important receipts and parents pass was ready at night only. We were set to go. And immediately we (me and my husband) looked at each other. I thought he was dressing the elder one and he thought I was. I kept everything aside and dressed her in a pretty frock. In the meantime, my husband was consoling the wailing younger one- who got cranky sensing the rush around. My husband and the elder one went downstairs to take out car from the parking. And I was busy with another boo shot. But I knew it would not be sufficient- she was properly hungry. Hurriedly I packed a few bread slices in a small tiffin for the elder one also who will need it in the car. At 9:15 am I banged the door.

To my horror, the elder one and my husband were happily waiting for us on our Activa. I asked him are you sure we not taking out car. He simply said parking is an issue outside the school. Sad with my plans of feeding the kids in the car, I sat feeling anxious about the behaviour and moods of half hungry kids. 

Off we were on the roads for the first PTI at my daughters school. The four of us manouvering the lazy saturday traffic with the stunts on a two wheeler. The elder one happily enjoying the fresh breeze on her face sitting in the front. The only sensible responsible driver of the family busy carefully managing the balance of four people. A no more cranky younger one, sandwiched between me and my husband holding a huge slice of bread which she bit only twice with half number of teeth. And me in the end- sitting quiet. Well, no. Busy calling up my friend to send the maid who cleans the house after an hour!

We finally reached on time. I hurried to the classroom with my parents pass. My husband was waiting with the toddler on the Activa since there was only one parents pass. 

One morning- changed colours from an easy casual beginning to an adventurous activity packed hour to simply hear- "Your child is ok. No complaints. Lazy to write at times."