Somewhere along the line in this life, I seem to have given everyone the impression that I am too cheerful a person. May be that is because the default expression on my face is a smile. Well, that is because I find frowning takes too much energy.
But on a boring dull Saturday like this I want to be a grouch!
But that is so hard!
I walk into the house just wanting to go into my room and sulk …
DIL : (With a smile) Hellow! How was office?
Me : Grmph!
Kid#1 : (Cheerily) Aur moti! Kee haal chaal?
Me : Creeping into my room : Mmmmph
Kid#2 : (Settled on my bed, watching TV) Yo Momma! ‘Sup? Ready for the weekend?
Me : (Giving up) Just wanna lie down a bit. Can you turn off the TV and the light?
Kid#2 : Rubbish! Its Saturday night and you’re still young! Partay!!!!
Me : Throwing myself on the bed with a frown …
All three galvanized into action
DIL : Boss given you a hard time? Poor Ma! Shall we order take away?
Kid#1 : Here’s a vodka and orange juice. I’ll make some chicken momos. Just the kind you love.
I really wanted to sulk, groan and bitch ….
But its so hard to do that with a glass of vodka and a plateful of chicken momos made with so much love.
I know, I know
But before I can preen or count myself as blessed, I must remind myself …
They are probably congratulating themselves on the awesome bit of strategy they played on averting a huge “Poor tired and miserable Ma” sort of drama that I can stage.