The Fantastico morning of a #TrophyWife
The door bell rang! It was 6:30 am in the morning and very unlikely for anyone to come. Half awake I opened the door to find the milk packet placed near the door. It must be the milkman, I thought, picked the packet, wiped it with a washcloth and carefully placed it inside the fridge.
Being slept at 1 in the night and wishing to catch some more sleep, I went back to bed. Sleep devoid, I found myself continuously distracted with the ticking sound of the clock. “Time is flying” I said, gathered myself up again and rose towards the kitchen. It is time to prepare the breakfast. I opened the drawers and refrigerators to find some options but confused, went to husband asking what he would like to eat. “Anything” he said. “Anything” I knew does not exists. I hurried to chop some greens and onions and beat up the eggs. Another glance at the fridge reminded that there were only 3 eggs between the two of us to eat. Time to bring up some food creativity, I took out some oats, added some veggies and spices to make a Peppy breakfast.
I navigated through fruit basket, picked up some apple and packed for him. I was happy with my creation and handed the breakfast plate to husband in anticipation for some compliments. Surprisingly, he took the plate, ate the food mechanically and left for his office.
I picked up the plates, tidied the room and went inside the kitchen to make some tea. The doorbell rang. It was the Dhobi who came to pick clothes for ironing. I dropped the idea of making tea, dash inside other room, scourged for the clothes, and handed over to the dhobi as he counted them in. I closed the door and went inside the kitchen to pick my breakfast.
Had bites of breakfast and the doorbell rang again! It was the maid who rushed in to wash utensil, in a great hurry as usual. After instructing her, I came back to my breakfast when the bell rang again. This time, it was phone wherein a telemarketer wanted to sell a personal loan. Before I could let the line go, I heard a loud noise coming from the kitchen. I rushed in to find the broken ceramic on the floor. It slipped from maid’s hands with such an impact that broken it into pieces. Before I could ask, maid started blaming the poor quality of Imported Corelle glass and complaining how this cleaning up will delay her further from meeting Obama. Not very surprised with this, I left my breakfast in the sink as I lost my appetite by now.
This blog post is inspired by the blogging marathon hosted on IndiBlogger for the launch of the #Fantastico Zica from Tata Motors. You can apply for a test drive of the hatchback Zica today.