This is a very random post about random happenings around our home focussing on the boys. For one, their first unit tests of the new academic year are on. Today is the last day for the younger son. I must be more happy than him for sure. 😀 In case, you didn’t know, I sit with him and teach him. I would like him to follow the elder brother in studying on his own but that still seems to be a long way away. He has starting doing his own homework, so that’s a great start.
Oh by the way, I have to tell you about this huge monster bigger than T-Rex that inhabits our mindspaces every time someone says the word assessment. The elder one was relaxed as that dinosaur was out of his life on the very first assessment day itself. The younger one was not so fortunate. The menace of this monster is so terrifying that even I start trembling by the very mention of it. HINDI is that monster. Seriously, the people designing the curriculum are high on a lot of things except commonsense. The kind of Hindi that we teach our kids is something no one (outside of UP or Rajasthan) speaks or understands these days.
Yes, Hindi is our mother tongue, but the kids are definitely not into shuddh Hindi. Their genders are messed up courtesy their dad who has uniformly made everything masculine in every sentence. And, I like a stuck record, keep correcting their conversations all the time. At least their pronunciation is correct.
But when my younger one has to learn really difficult words and their meanings, he gets tears in his eyes and I get a massive headache. Through tantrums, frustrations and vows of studying harder that never materialize, we somehow plough through the chapters. It makes me very sad because I love Hindi, and I am damn good at it. But, I understand that the kids don’t have the kind of exposure or love that I had for the language, and no one speaks that kind of Sanskritized Hindi anymore. I don’t know if ever the curriculum will be upgraded and brought to realistic levels. But till that time, Hindi continues to be a stuff of nightmare for my boys.
In other news, the teen in the home has suddenly taken to singing at all times. He is not blessed with the most tonally correct voices, not that it deters him ever. When I am on the edge in the evenings especially when my evenings are spent slogging with a younger child who is driving me nuts studying, I find it so hard to cope with his loud singing. And hence like every teen, he must sing as often as possible. 🙂 Welcome to being a teen mom, I guess.
The elder one is off all medication and diet restrictions, thus one may expect some goodies to be cooked this weekend at our place. But, I have learned to be evasive about this because the younger son has the memory of an elephant and the negotiation skills and persistence of a lawyer. Once I promise that I am making something, he keeps reminding me and cajoling me till I make good that promise kicking and screaming. Nah, never commit anything to the kids!
Coco is doing much better now on that take-off-and-not-come-back-routine. I have allowed him to run off a couple of times, yes deliberately, and not go chasing him. I want the novelty of eloping to wear off. Hopefully, it will. He is behaving himself for now till he sees the next stray dog or cat.
So, that is all on the boys front for now. Never a dull moment in this house as there are at least a 100 fights in a day that lead to indignation, accusations, refereeing, disappointment from mom for not doling out adequate punishment, mom sulking, lecture by mom, apologies all around, make up. Start the cycle again. This goes on in loop. If I completely lose it one of these days, here is the written evidence about who was responsible. 🙂
So long then and have a great weekend!