Two days into my hiatus from work, my dad popped a question as perfect as an egg when I am not attempting to boil it – “Aren’t you getting bored at home all by yourself?” Took me a minute to reply because I was eating like my sister (=pig), “No, not really. There’s a lot to do.”
If you were a drone hovering over my house, you might be tempted to ask the same question. But you aren’t and thank goodness, the many scandalous things I do when nobody’s watching, which includes… LIKE I AM GOING TO TELL YOU!!! *bats her eyelashes mysteriously*
Here’s what my (average) day is like:
5.30 am: Rise and shine – not. Sulk and grunt and wake up because Miss (I talking to myself in third person. Cool, eh?) aspires to be a Dawn Worshipper – just like Anne from Green Gables.
6 am: Dawn Worshipper is done worshipping – after 30 minutes the charm of looking at the twilight sky, birds across the sky and pathway strewn with trees has worn off. My preciousssss bed, comeeeee to meeee. *Gollum alert*
9.30 am: While everybody is busy at work or busy living their lives, Miss gets out of the bed with singular determination to – Clean the Kitchen, which takes up to an hour. I, sometimes, feel I should have been a full-time maid; I genuinely enjoy tidying and cleaning – calms the chaos in my mind… What can I say, I am a complicated person. *smug*
Up till 1 pm: There is washing, brushing, eating and reading – I am currently reading Mindy Kaling’s Why Not Me? and Little Darlings by Sam Llewellyn.
1 pm to 2 pm: Lunch is organised and gobbled down.
2.30 pm to 3.30 pm: Coffee date with Superman.
6 pm to 7.30 pm: Cyclingggggg. Gosh! I truly can’t believe how addicted I am to it. It’s one of the best things I have invested it. And if you were living where I am, you would be crazy enough to not explore the area, which now I have all the time for.
7.30 pm to 9.30 pm: Kitchen chores, snack time, helping mum make dinner and getting down to sit with the family and break bread – such a fancy word for the rotis I make which can be used to play Frisbee with.
9.30 pm to 10.45 pm: Cleaning up the kitchen area, tidying my room, watching TV, calling up distant family members and reading. This usually concludes with me taking a barefoot walk on the grass – which if you happened to peep from the window might make me appear like a crazy woman, but has tremendous health benefits.
10.45 pm to 12: SEX AND THE CITY. I am ADDICTED to the show. Usually watched when folks have gone to sleep and the door to my room is securely locked. *wink wink*
NOW, why do you think you might be interested in reading my schedule?
1) I secretly think you admire me. And since I am such a cool person, here I am sharing my Steve Jobs-kinda disciplined routine with you, free of cost!!!
2) Next time my dad asks me the same question, I just need to take a print out and hand this out to him. *flips her hair like the Plastics in the movie Mean Girls*
3) I couldn’t think of anything else to write on today. Sigh!
NOTE: Even though helping mum in the domestic chores might come across as an utter waste of time, I can’t help but experience this peace whenever I do help her out. Considering the gazillion-billions dishes she has washed and the meals she has cooked, it feels like I am giving back to her – even if it’s half a per cent of what she has ever done for me.