I was hoping to escape this one, but seeing as I have been tagged twice by Aegeus and Bomseh let me give it a try…. It is an yearly thing afterall, isn’t it?
The Rules:
- Link to the person that tagged you.
- Post the rules on your blog.
- Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.
- Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.
- Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website
Since I am in the process my honing my story-telling skills, mine will be a 6-point story….
1. Lindi called, and for whatever reason, she was extra chatty. She went on and on about everything else, except the one thing she wanted. That I could tell. Then she casually threw it in; will you baby-sit for me tomorrow? I first wanted to faint, after which, I would laugh.
2. But first, I had to decline. (I am sorry Lindi). My husband was returning from Kenya, and we wound need time together-alot of time together, mainly because of this. As it were, the kids were in school, so the time was perfect-me and him only. I gave Lindi a different excuse. She is one of the wonderful Kenyans I have met here, and I really like her and I felt sorry to let her down.
3. The reason. Yes I am a mum of three, and most people believe that my husband and I have done a really good job with the kids. (an old lady gave the kids chocolate at the train station. She said they were very well behaved!!) What they don’t know, is that we didn’t know a thing about how to raise kids. Trial and error works! In short, I panicked that anyone (Lindi) can leave their less-than-a-year-old child with me. What would I do with the baby? And I am so serious here! It suddenly occured to me, that I have no clue what to do with anyone else’s kid.
4. But I offered to baby-sit for Lindi, later in the afternoon, (when I will be back from my errand) (erm, the non-existent errand.) Let me explain. I felt that if at all I have to be left with Lindi’s baby, at least there should be someone else in the house! By afternoon, my children would be back from school, and we (me and my kids) can brainstorm on what to do if/when the baby cries. My husband would ofcourse be in bed, deep asleep, nursing jetlag.
5. This behaviour about myself puzzled me. Honestly, it did. I felt that a major weakness about me had been exposed. Finally.
6. So, you can imagine my discomfort, when a couple of days ago, this other scenario unfolded: I was on a queue at the supermarket. An old lady was counting coins by the cashier, thereby holding up everyone else. The lady infront of me had a baby on her trolley. For whatever reason, this baby would not stop looking at me. So I smiled in return. And the baby gave me a big smile back. Then I wincked, and the little person decided to mimick my wink. At this point, I was hoping the mother would distract the baby from me, but she just looked back at me with a smile. And I felt so help-less. Babies are good, but when I ceased being a baby-machine or baby-transit-point, I was hoping that babies will become aliens to me, and I to them. So then, should I hold one, it should be expected that the baby will scream. Then the mother will rescue her baby from me, and me from the baby.
There you go! My recently discovered quirks about myself!
Prou, you are tagged by me- been a while since I read from you…Plus anyone else that reads this, owns a blog, but are yet to be tagged.
