Let me make a correction to my previous post. I love kids , as long as they are not mine. That is to say I do not have their responsibility. What a hellish job that is!!! I wake up at un-earthly hour of 4.30 to prepare snacks for son and go wake up him. He won't get up. If I raise my voice my 1 decibel he will start screaming. I give him snacks (imagine preparing rotis at that time). He won't eat because there was no tea (as I forgot to keep milk previous night).
I get tensed thinking he may find his school work too tough. Try to ask what did you study in Maths today. He says (if I am lucky) complex numbers. I try to recite few equations I know of complex numbers. He replies " Will you please keep quite" Tell me what is wrong in trying to draw to him little conversation.
I trying asking about his friends. He would not tell. He just says why do i want to know.
I know, I know. This happens in every house which has teenagers. But that does little to console me.
I get tensed thinking he may find his school work too tough. Try to ask what did you study in Maths today. He says (if I am lucky) complex numbers. I try to recite few equations I know of complex numbers. He replies " Will you please keep quite" Tell me what is wrong in trying to draw to him little conversation.
I trying asking about his friends. He would not tell. He just says why do i want to know.
I know, I know. This happens in every house which has teenagers. But that does little to console me.
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