You're in bed after a hard day.
You've surfaced
before the muezzin did.
You got 3 meals
defrosted, cooked, packed and dispatched by the time the early bird sashayed by
looking for that elusive worm.
You yanked,
pulled, threatened and howled the fruits of your loins out of bed, into
bathrooms, down stairs, into uniforms, fed to the gills and out the door.
You smiled a
professional goodbye; the kind that lulls the aforementioned defendants into
the belief that your heart breaks the minute they walk out the door.
You stand in the
sudden silence that the exodus has strewn in its wake.
You make that cup
of coffee, grab a newspaper and head to your favourite chair.
You sink in and
move your hand abstractedly looking for the furry head that will nuzzle into it
and fit and you thank God for you've been endowed with:
12 pairs of arms [Kali ain't got nothing on you]
20/20 vision [and not just in hindsight]
Bat sonar hearing [can hear the premonition of doom in pin-drop silence and react
accordingly]
Telepathic skills [can foresee the future and can always be relied on to say
"I told you so"]
Multi-compartmentalized
brain [got the rice on a timer, the milk on
the boil and the dhobi at the door and none of it will faze you]
Mean chef skills [can take one single ingredient and pimp it up in 10 different
ways. Case in point: ragi porridge quickly gets called blancmange!]
A doctorate in all
juvenile medicine [blood, gore, guts, phlegm...you can mop
up the lot ad nauseum]
Selective hearing [any tone that sounds remotely whiny is muted in seconds]
Cast iron stomach [can wipe a runny nose or the effects of a runny stomach in the
middle of a meal and go right back to it without any loss of appetite]
Eyes at the back
of your head [because that's the coolest thing about
you - makes you a bit of a monster]
You, my dear, are
a super star.
All your poor sod
of a husband has managed to do in the same time frame, is dangle out a sorry
finger, in a weak attempt at pressing the snooze button on his alarm.
Time to swish that
cape across your shoulders and get scarce before that strong sample of
masculinity you married needs to get babied
Love!!!
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