I haven’t been sleeping well or enough lately, leading to exhaustion.
Yesterday I mentioned the same to The Husband, adding that I was looking forward to rising LATE on Sunday, by catching up on my sleep. A rare treat, mind you.
10 minutes after this declaration, I get a call from my maid telling me she’ll be coming at 7 in the morning, a good two hours earlier than her usual post 9 am appearance on a Sunday.
Needless to say, I was crushed.
Seeing which, The Husband assured me that I should sleep in and he would wake up and ‘take care’.
Hearing which, tears threatened to spill out of my eyes and a mushy Karan Johar track played in my mind. I was so grateful to have him as my Husband, was my last thought before I turned into Kumbhakaran.
Before I knew it, I was being prodded awake from deep slumber, with The Husband mumbling, ‘the maid is ringing the bell but you don’t wake up, I’ll take care’
Wake up I did, and had the usual tumbler of steaming filter kaapi ready for His Highness when he woke up at 9.
He’s taking his 3rd nap of the day, as I write this.
I am a Punjabi married to a Telugu. It was an arranged marriage. Yes, really.
And like it usually happens in an arranged marriage scenario, my husband and I started getting to know each other post marriage.
The Husband Chronicles first started as a facebook update on a boring Sunday afternoon and most people on my friends list enjoyed the 1st one, and the ones that followed, so much that they kept asking for more.
After the 5th Chronicle I realized that I enjoyed writing them too and began numbering them. From fb status updates they graduated to becoming blog posts.
The Husband feigns indifference and annoyance at being the protagonist of this series, but just between you and me he gets a big thrill at being written about.
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You did tell us that he like his little naps.You are a very indulgent wife obviously and very much in love