The life of a woman is just not without its hiccups. Let me assure you, it has nothing to do with facing the bad elements who always presume they are god's gifts to mankind.
It has nothing to do, with the weights. She can always hire a handy man to do those odd jobs...and now she's come up with some really neat solutions..
This issue has germinations in her own household.
The problem sometimes get solved, when the offender is given an ultimatum " Do not wake up till the children leave to school" Yes, I feel supremely satisfied after saying that. But what happens when all leave at the same time??!! You just watch a yoga session in grainy ants infested( my sons opinion) channels, early morning on TV, and act as if you don't exist.
Whats with the men?!!!! I have never been able to understand. And when we fret and fume to our dear friends all I hear is, 'oh!! in your house too???'
The orchestra every morning has become so monotonous. I thought if I did the bringing up and taking care, the kids would turn out the way I wanted...but they were made out of different ribs, i'm convinced.
Each morning, I still resort to the same old "What are you doing in the bathroom for so looooonggg???
Its nearly an hour and there are other's who need to use the bathroom too.""
"Your bus will leave you and go away"
The driver is here already and you still haven't stepped out"
Only to have them come out after another half hour and smirk and say
" HUh!, what do you expect us to do in the bathroom, whatever everyone else does, but naturally, eh!! hmpfff"
Now my older son has inherited the same qualities and very well too. Talk about genetics!!!
But must say they are very talented so to say.
They really know how to use every inch of the perfectly dry bathroom. ( And when I complain about the wet floor, they say, "how can you? I wonder if you even use water?!"
They just never heard of dry, semi-dry and wet areas, obviously.
So when they are done , the steam seems to follow them like Casper does..
The mirror is all ghostly ( with my son, he would have written some very attitude driven stuff too " R rocks" before walking out).
Oh yeah!!! he sure does. And thats the reason when I step into the room, I can't see anything and so step into a wet towel, or maybe if i'm in the unlucky day category slip slide across on the soap, on the floor... Why can't they just place it back in the soap dish??? beats me!!!
I'm glad the newspaper lands at my doorstep very early and before the hubby wakes up...I can read most of it, before it journeys into the loo, and gets a very fitting farewell ( Sometimes) there. ( 'Cos the maid doesn't read the newspaper, and doesn't bother to keep it outside either, before washing the bathrooms so to say! :( )
Cleaning up the mess after them ( How else would wet towels get taken off beds and put into the washer!!), getting ready after them( in record time)...and all they have to say is ...
"You women, have no sense of time"