This afternoon DH came back from work unexpectedly quickly, proceeded to eat lunch and watch some old cricket match on TV. DD was doing her own thing trying to make an alligator out of Pixos. I took a break from work since I wanted to change the sheets on our beds. Changing the sheets on DD’s bunk bed is quite the process and it goes faster if 2 people are working on it. I asked DH to help and he agreed, then proceeded to nonchalantly watch TV.
I donned a martyred expression and walked upstairs singing loudly “I have a terrible, horrible family. They promise to help and then they watch TV, oh I have a horrible family.” I must have made an impression since 2 minutes later, DH was up to help me. DD came with him and we got working.
DD asked me what was for dinner and I told her it was fried rice and gobi manchurian. She sighed and said “Again” and I burst into song again “I slog for hours in the kitchen, my family eats but nobody says thank you, oh what a horrible family I have. They don’t even praise my cooking, all they do is eat and say “This again”. Terrible, horrible family.”
Thus chastised, DD said “Oh you are a good food maker mom.” “So much for a private school education, DD.” I said. “I am a food maker, thank God, you didn’t say, I’m a good cooker.” I continued. DH piped up “You work well under pressure, that makes you a good pressure cooker, Meera.”
Yes, we specialize in PJ’s like that. I just had to share and see you all wince. I’m mean like that