Sunday, January 4, 2009
I have slept through the day. Firstly, I was not feeling too well, and secondly, I have been slogging this whole week and was super tired. So there was a bit of role reversal today with the husband taking care of the baby, ordering food and watching over the maid while I snored snuggled in my mink blanket. Yes, I use one and enjoy it in an afternoon when the outside temperature is 24 degree Celsius, and the husband and his daughter sweat under the fan. Either there is an issue with my body thermostat or I am married to a weird man whose oddities have passed on to the baby as well. And it is not just them, there is this office of mine which is nothing short of a cold storage. They run the ac on full throttle in this pleasant weather, wasting energy during these uncertain times of recession in an effort to freeze the employees. What do they think we are, cut-chickens, who will rot if the temperature is raised to a slightly bearable level??? Anyways, I am really pissed off with this, and it is a topic which warrants a full post, so I shall not dwell on it further and come back to the current issue. I am now fully awake, its been only around 4 hrs since I woke up after some 8 hours of sound sleep, with 2 half-an-hour breaks for lunch and tea. The baby is already asleep and the husband is drowsy, his curly Minnie Mouse lashes looking even longer as his eyes grow smaller, indicating that he may drop any moment. Why does he have to sleep?? I don't watch TV, and have no true, sympathetic friends who would entertain a casual call at this hour. A high risk of getting bored, hmmm.. I get down to what I do the best, irritate him in an effort to keep him up. That again is a role reversal, it is him who does it most of the time, though he lacks the required persistance. One rude stare and he lets me alone. But I am more determined. I tickle his feet, he tells me he wants to sleep. I mutter sweet nothings in his ears, he says he is already half-asleep. I try thinking of something that might interest him, and go on to discuss Pari's birthday plans. He starts breathing heavily. In sheer desperation, I put on the radio. The music gets drowned in his snoring. The man is really serious about his sleep, I guess... Well, what do I do? I write a post on my midnight misdemeanors!