Confessions of a Wannabe Supermom

A Comic Side to Parenting

Hey there, fellow exhausted parents!

Welcome to my little corner of chaos, where spilled milk becomes modern art, and getting dressed without food stains is considered a rare accomplishment. I’m here to share some hilarious tales from the trenches of motherhood, where sleep deprivation and mood explosions are the norms. So, grab your tea or coffee and prepare to laugh, empathize, and maybe even shed a tear or two (though that’s probably just from sheer exhaustion).

I usually stumble out of bed, bleary-eyed and half-asleep. It’s my time to transform from a zombie into a somewhat functional human being. It also involves a delicate dance of waking up a peacefully asleep child and getting him ready for another adventurous day at school. Then comes the roller coaster ride to reach school, where the father has to perform like a Formula One racer just so that the child is able to reach school before the monstrous school gate staring at us closes. I often wonder, what feels worse – a child missing school or the fact that the adrenaline rush we mothers felt while preparing the school lunch was wasted.   

Getting ready for the day is another challenge that I have been facing since I stepped into the world of motherhood. I believe, to some extent, we all have a unique art of getting dressed. We become self-proclaimed fashion gurus, well at least I have! Over the years, I have mastered the art of rocking the “I-didn’t-have-time-to-get-ready” look. Stains? Bring ’em on! Dark Circles? That’s just added character. Mismatched socks? It’s called fashion, dear. Who has time to coordinate outfits when you’re too busy trying to avoid stepping on Legos and Hot Wheels parked on the floor!

And let’s not forget the joy of mealtime. As a self-proclaimed master chef trained from the “Just Get Them To Eat Something Healthy” School of Culinary Arts, I’ve become a pro at disguising vegetables in rice pulao, khichdi, stuffed paranthas, and even cakes! I have also broken the rules of food geometry to the extent that round chapatis have started resembling Batman’s logo!

Oh, and the never-ending battle with sleep. I once dreamt of a full night’s rest, but now I’m convinced it’s just a mythical creature like a unicorn or a zen mom. My nights are often filled with self-written and self-composed lullabies, middle-of-the-night food orders, and an occasional ninja-like escape from a sleeping child’s room to watch my favourite web series.

But amidst the chaos and caffeine-fuelled adventures, there’s an indescribable joy that comes with being a parent. Those tiny giggles, the adorable mispronunciations, and the hugs that could melt even the grumpiest of hearts. These moments make all the sleepless nights and mood bursts worth it.

So, I believe the art of parenting is discovering the hidden treasures in everything. For instance, while writing this blog, I realised that parenting mishap can be seen as mis(sed)hap(piness). So, do not turn, every mishap into a chance of missed happiness! Smile through it and who knows what treasure or toy you may discover!

Just remember, when life gives you tantrums, make them into comedic gold. After all, laughter is the best therapy, especially when you’re a sleep-deprived parent.

And remember, when in doubt, just laugh it off and pour yourself another cup of coffee.

Disclaimer: No toys were harmed in the making of this blog.