It all started in March of 2012, when we tied the knot- the Pati n I. Not realising the true connotations of the then popular song 'Shaadi ban gayi umar kaid ki sazaa' (Marriage that's turned into a life sentence!)' *Ah!How I miss those good old 'single, ready to mingle or not, days!'*
The lemonade making continues .(The quest for landing decent writing work) : I stumbled upon a site that required me to display my pen(wo)manship and the topic in question was Stress.
Every time you come back to the cosy comfort of your crib after a long luxurious weekend, it's never the smoothest transition.I blame the 'Dial 0 Genie' ('your wish is my command' hotel concierge service) who tenders to your every beck n call 24x7, leaving you spoilt-rotten and always craving for more.
Sometimes I feel 'The Pati' is turning into a grumpy old man in the prime of his life. No, he's not a middle-aged, pot-bellied, baldy. Quite the young hunk if you ask me (or others). But the poor guy also shoulders burgeoning responsibilities especially of a grown woman - adoptive child cum wife. Whereas the Missus ,which is I, on the other hand keeps getting younger by the hour or so I'd like to believe (rumour has it one of his female subs called me a 'Baby'. Just saying.). *grins with self love* .
Sitting on my bed with my laptop, desperately trying to find another job (as the last one turned out to be the biggest disaster/mistake of my life,yet). Also, since 'The Pati' (Husband) has been working his ass off for the past 2.5 years , while I happily couched on mine, supposedly on a sabbatical that didn't turn out as planned. It's payback time now.