The alarm starts screaming,
Finally silenced by my hammering
Cursing I drag my feet from Dreamland to Reality
Make a gallon of morning bed tea
Spend the next fifteen minutes at the little one’s bed
Trying to wake him up from his fairy-dreamed slumber
Taking a break every 4 minutes to shout at top of my lungs
To get the two lazy teenagers out of their beds.
It’s the same medicine for the man of the house.
As they brush, wash, comb and dress
I chop, simmer, boil, mix and stir
While being the location navigator
For missing socks, hair pins, ties and shoes.
One by one they leave the house
It's like the Monsoon came to an end....till the afternoon
I let myself fall onto on the porch,
Pour myself a cup of coffee
And sip slowly while the mind makes strategic plans
For the rest of the day
Piled up laundry, cleaning and sweeping
Lunch : bake, roast, grill, steam, fry
Dinner: Settle for take away
An overdose of favors,
From ironing the next days’ clothes to helping with homework
As the list of chores goes sky rocketing
I switch to Martini Ross.
The clock hands do their Salsa and time flies at light speed
Finally the Sun sets and the day close in.
Time for my one minute meditation,
While taking the night shower
Slowly I crawl into the bed
With every muscle in my body screaming for a good night sleep
Alas, my man has not fallen asleep yet
He looks at me the way he did on our honeymoon
and murmurs in a husky voice
I look at him matter-of-factly
Oh no Honey, not tonight.
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