I hate, I repeat, I hate, I repeat, I hate, I repeat, I hate household chores… Will saying them many times make them go away? Maybe not! But venting my frustrations on being in a domestic rut ever since the maid left for India… will atleast find some sympathisers on this blog… Or so I think!
So here goes:
Ever since the maid left:
# The brat has decided that I should train for the Olympics… in a new category that is… picking up as many bits of paper from the floor… I come home to see the brat’s recently developed artistic tendencies and a new love for studying… all over the floor… The place is strewn with coloured paper and worksheets… and not necessarily in some sane order.
# The brat also has become picky about his food… Never mind, if the maid added 15 green chillies to the pulao… it was ‘super’. My efforts elicit a ‘Oh! No… not idlis again… how can you do that? And you go and write on your blog that you make good paranthas’.
# The cupboards are now dumped with clothes that will spill over and cry ‘Freedom is my birthright’ once I open the door… so haphazardly have they been shoved in.. I have also realised that the family has far too many clothes the poor washing machine or our overtired hands can handle!
# I welcome invitations to lunch and dinner anytime! One more less meal to cook!
# Sweeping and swabbing the floors is not good exercise as I have often been reminded… It’s a pain! The poor body has not been able to take the sudden onslaught… so I often end with every bone and muscle crying. No, at this age, I do not aspire for an hour-glass figure!
# Everytime I go to the terrace to hang dozens of clothes to dry… the place resembles a dhobi ghat. This is also the only time I get to ruminate… Each time, I remember the standard Hindi film dialogue ‘Mere Naseeb Mein Kya Yahi Likha Hai?”
# Subscribing to two dailies was I repeat NOT a bright idea. Especially when Muscat has a number of free weeklies and fortnightlies as well…. Not to mention, the hypermarket flyers shoved under the door every day.
# Also, as an afterthought, which fool struck upon the brilliant idea to have three bathrooms in a two-bedroom flat?