Waiting for Tomorrow!!

Leftover Chicken Korma tastes great with spaghetti...!!! So ... I was squealing that I didn't have to cook much because hubby was out of town. Fed some pasta with garlic and olive oil and eggs for the kids and didn't bother about my dinner ... Come Dinner time and I was in no mood for some bland spaghetti … I dug in the refrigerator and there was a bowl of some chicken korma with like three teeny weenie pieces of chicken in it… I warmed it up and thought I would eat it with some bread … but that didn’t appeal to my taste buds at all. I craved some meatballs to go with the spaghetti… but this was my day off … I didn’t want to cook … I groaned in my thoughts… Finally Eureka happened and I decided that I’d just dump the chicken korma over the spaghetti, the result was yummilicious.

When hubby left for his business trip I thought it was perfect time to take a good break from the umpteen household chores that adorn my day. I am sure his work agenda was not as well planned out as mine. My plan was simple… Be a sluggish slob!!

The first day was just fine … I did nothing … cooked simple (read EASY) stuff for the kids … let them enjoy their mess making process and just let lethargy rule my life. I ignored my hunger pangs and made do with milk and bread while the boys gorged down some mac n cheese. By evening I was already bored of my lackluster plan. However, I tried to motivate myself to get over it and do some girl stuff even though I had only two little boys to share my girl stuff with … After watching a series of Oprah and Project Runway with me, the result it had on my boys was just disastrous… This morning I heard him announcing “I love my body!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”, obviously he had paid close attention to the Victoria’s Secret AD that made its rounds. Ughhhh!!!!!!!

The second day I decided that I would make the day more interesting by doing some fun stuff with the boys. I think we did more activities that one day than we normally would do an entire week. We went to the park , ate “BLUE” icecream at Coldstone, went shopping for toys, came home and ripped open all the toys, blew bubbles till our mouths hurt and till Rayaan had ingested enough soap to have potty outbursts, played chutes and ladders. We did all this and more and still there were 4 more hours to kill before sleep time. So they watched TV and I spent my time on Facebook. Dinner time finally made me yell in pain because I really wanted to eat some adult food. Thankfully the chicken korma spaghetti saved the day and I didn’t have to starve.

The third day I got the food part covered by carrying out some scrumptious food for the next 2 days. (No, I was not bored enough to toil it out in the kitchen – spaghetti, mac n cheese and pizzas were all I was ready to sign up to make). Nonetheless the day seemed long and endless and the nights were just as terrifying, my over-stimulated, over-worked senses could detect the slightest sounds.

The truth is I really missed my hubby dear. It’s funny how dependent you get on each other without even realizing it. After several years of being married you don’t even appreciate all the little things you do together. It’s not like we sit and talk or spend any obvious quality time together anymore. Infact most of our together times are spent just squabbling over division of labour or playing with the kids or just watching something on TV. Nevertheless, those times of companionship constitute the bulk of any relationship. It is those everyday matters that matter... and go to form the substance that binds you together. I have learnt that the fact that you can tolerate each other inspite of the differences and still want to lie down on the same side of the bed after the day is done with, just with some comfort in your heart from an unseen envelope of love and support, is itself something to be grateful about.

I know I have just become ungrateful and I fail to appreciate the little joys that make my life infact pretty darned blissful. However times like this most indubitably reinforce that belief back in my mind and make me less of an ingrate.