This weekend I have tried to organize chores so that the entire weekend is not consumed by them
I have vacuumed – changed sheets/towels etc in the evening while DH and R are at his Musical Gymnastics. DH has done all the food prep Friday night.
Despite massive amount of planning, I am low energy and depressed on Saturday because of the impending doom of travel on Monday .Traveling always distresses me
When my friends are travel on work, I advice them to enjoy their time away, from the routine. To not be a mommy- just have them to take care of. But I miss my guys dreadfully (in advance in fact) and its hard to take my own advice
It takes me a lot longer than usual to cook on Saturday as I move slowly.
On Sunday I open the refrigerator and sadly point out to DH what he should eat for all his meals
Clearly without this information, I believe he will stand uncomprehending in front of the refrigerator at meal times. He will wonder what to eat, finally, giving up in despair. I shall see him on Wednesday, pale gaunt and wasted away. (Though quickly revived by a meal that I nuke for him)
DH, used to my maudlin ways, pays no attention. (I am familiar with the look of listening-but-not)
But he also offers to drive me to the airport and pick me up.
After being together for 15 years, DH and I have become two halves.
We used to be whole people once,
But over time, I find that, each of us is becoming expert in an area and losing it in another.
Is it the way of all couples?
R is super kissy and huggy all weekend and uses his newly acquired K at every chance he gets
"Khum( come ) up" he will say holding his arms out to be picked up
"Khu-i-t" ( quit) he will instruct me on the Wii Fit
And then in Marshalls – which he seems to use like a library – when its time to leave –he looks at me pleadingly from a numbers book and says "kh-ou-tin" ( Cant you see I am counting ?)
I hear him often whispering ""khu khu khu "
I think he is also afraid that his lips will forget how to say it if he does not keep practicing.
On Sunday evening when I tell him its time to start his evening routine, he tries to quickly postpone the inevitable end of the day and says "Khaa Di" ( Car drive")
So we go for a drive, windows open.
It's a mellow evening. The roads are empty and the air is cool and fresh and has the feeling of Autumn( already!!!)
I reach my hand behind and R puts his hand in mine.
We hold hands and drive like this for a while. And I am filled with the sweetness and joy of this little child.
It seems to me that the all goodness of living is in moments like this .
"The butterfly counts its life not in days, but in moments and has time enough" said Tagore
And he is right.