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Unexpected

Guests were visiting. One lady wanted to visit the bathroom. I guided her, and left her to arrange the tea trolley, and make tea. Later on after the guests left, I found wet sandals lying in the dressing room. I realized who did it. The guest should have asked me for bathroom slippers to wash her feet instead of ruining my footwear. Apparently she needed to make ablution for prayers, and not finding any bathroom slippers she decided to use mine for washing her feet, and thus ruining my footwear.

I find guests like the above vexing in behavior. I can never dream of using someone’s hairbrush, or comb, but that’s what one lady did, when she visited unexpectedly. Coming to call her for tea, I found her using my comb, and poking among the various items lying on my dressing table. Annoying!

Another time I found the wardrobe doors opened, and my things spilling out from it. I felt murderous towards the family I had invited to dinner at our home. Now what were they up to?

At other times I have tried to ignore when guest’s children open the fridge, or pantry door to grab foodstuff they like without asking for permission first. You will think it’s their home not ours.

I can go on, and on ………

Reprieve

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My reprieve would be from housework— from cooking, cleaning and washing. Some guests were visiting. It had been a busy day, and I had been on my feet for a while. My feet were swollen, and were aching. 

The words slipped through my mouth, “Men are so lucky. When they come back from work, they can take a rest, and then they have a break on Saturdays, and Sundays too. I wish I could take a reprieve from housework”.

The guest remarked, “If you wish that, let someone else take over”.

Nooooooooo……

This guest had come with his two wives. He meant that my (late) husband should take another wife who would take over.

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Reprieve

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Embarrassed 

This story is about eight years ago when my daughter let me know that she was arriving in Peshawar in a week’s time along with her husband and kids from Virginia. She intended to stay with us for the children’s summer vacation. Her husband was due to go back after a shorter stay. For the duration of his stay they were staying at her in-laws.

I went to look at the upstairs bedroom, and get it ready for the visit. It hadn’t been in use for quite a while. The curtains were dusty, and looked more grey than white. First step was getting them off their railing. As I couldn’t manage to wash them by hand (which I always did with them — they were quite delicate), I threw about four of them into the washing machine. I should have known what to expect? They looked tattered in places, and could no longer be used. Now eight curtains remained. 

The room required twelve curtains. It had two large windows. Obviously I had to run to the shops to find something I liked for curtains. I did have  a mishap in one shop, and injured both my knees. That’s another story. I had to beg the shop keeper where I bought the curtain material, to have them ready in a week’s time, which he promised.

After taking care of the curtains, my attention was on the condition of the room. It needed a new lick of paint. My dear, darling late husband wasn’t in agreement with me. His words were that Nola was coming to spend time with us, and she didn’t need a room do over. Was I trying to impress her? The remark did annoy me.

I got the stuff required and started on it myself (heroically). The walls were fifteen feet high, and at times I had to stretch myself all the way up (my five feet, one inch frame), from the top rung of the ladder. I had to do the bedroom, dressing room, and the bathroom.

There I was in paint spattered dirty clothes and not fit for company, when my husband announced un-expected guests. I was terribly embarrassed, and had no time to change into clean clothes. Back in home country doing DIY work is considered a man’s job, and people think it’s weird a woman doing that. I wish he had told them I wasn’t home that would have been much better. 
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Not Working

Daily Prompt: Optional
If money was out of equation, would you still work? If yes, why, and how much? If not, what would you do with your free time?

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A home maker has always work to do at home. She never retires. It’s for life.

We (my husband and I) were having guests on Eid day. Making my home sparkle with cleaning it, and preparing a spread for the guests had taken its toll of me. I was dead tired on my feet, and was wishing for the day to end as quickly as possible.

I said out aloud, “Men are lucky. Once they retire, they have it so easy. Us women never retire from housework.”

The male guest said in reply, “R can have someone in your place, you can then retire.”

I got his meaning. It was that I should permit R to have another wife in my place.

What a dreadful reply!

I felt like pouring something on his head.

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