Weekend Witches and Glitches

After a lot of planning, effort and co-ordination (not in that order necessarily) I managed to get tickets for the Saturday morning show for the whole family. This was for the latest craze of a movie that is sweeping the box offices, or so we have been told by box-office pundits, the movie experts and every entertainment channel worth or not worth their stupidity in the mindless sagas and reality shows they air. The only two songs worth watching had been viewed by me a hundred times already. My close friends had also been mailed the link to the youtube video with the lyrics (and the meaning of the lyrics as well for some of my friends who didn’t speak Hindi.)

This was before I watched the movie. Anyway, I shall not say anything more, lest you intend to see it.

After coming back from the movie, husband promptly fell ill. He had severe vomiting and an upset stomach. I could not even attribute it to the pop-corn at the movie, as all of us had consumed it as well (and we were all perfectly fine) and so I think it was the wicked-witch-who-loves-to-ruin-weekends at work. Whole of Saturday and Sunday went by, in taking care of three babies (Including husband here). My son had a test as well on Monday morning—and naturally it is me who does all the studying. And let me tell you—it is exhausting.

Monday morning, he was perfectly fine and went off to work. This is not the first time it has happened either. I think he would qualify as a dream employee—has an impeccable track record, always chooses week-ends to fall ill and attends official phone calls even on a vacation .Last time it happened I threatened that I would call up his colleague who had called him (despite knowing he was on vacation) in the middle of the night, around 3:00 a.m—and then again at 3:45 a.m and then at 4:15 a.m. I had even practised the witch-who-loves-to-ruin-sleep laugh—a hoarse, deep throated evil chuckle. As soon as he answered I’d laugh, I had decided, and then I would hang up. I ,anyway,am a chronic insomniac. Might as well make good use of my nights up! I think husband apprised him of my intentions as the phone calls during vacation have mercifully stopped.

One of my closest friends called on Saturday evening when I was in the feeling-so-bad-my-weekend–is-ruined mode. I told her about husband not being well, son’s test and all other stuff.

“Poor guy” she says “I hope he feels better soon.”

What poor guy?! He was being pampered by the kids and me. He was getting lots of kisses and hugs from the kids, (okay, and me as well. I did feel sorry for him) and despite being ill, I could see him revelling in all the attention. I was doing all the work, which gets shifted to week-ends. If anyone has to be pitied here, it was me, I said.

I think I will fall ill now.

Or on second thoughts, may be I shall just wait till the week-end. *Heh heh heh.*