Anyway, the point of the post is that Poppy is back! After two whole weeks! I am so thrilled and relieved.
- Family walks to the beach, yeayyyy!
- I can finally exchange the good, bad and ugly happenings of the day with someone who's not three years old.
- I can 'pass the parcel' when Xena drives me crazy. (Contrary to popular belief, sometimes she does.)
- I can catch up on my work deadlines. (He will drop her at school so I'll have more time in the mornings.)
- Xena's race cars that have raced their way under our heavy couch can now be retrieved.
- I've been eating out or packing food from outside for the last two weeks. I can finally have ghar ka khana! Not that he's the one who's going to make it. Just that it's so boring to cook for one, I prefer cooking for four (yes, contrary to his appearance, he eats for three). I could cook for four and eat it over four meals, you say? No can do. Because Xena will stand at the kitchen door with her puppy face asking me to come out and play with her. Also, one of my favourite moments is cooking to the sound of the two of them playing football in the dining room.
- When I've exhausted my barrel of self-created stories, I can always say, "Ok, now Poppy will tell you the next story."
- I can take a looooong shower in peace.
- The cockroach dead body disposal service in our house falls under his department and I kid you not when I tell you that the dead cockroach in the kitchen has been there for the last two days.
- I have been sweeping the house, but it can finally get vacuumed yipppeee! You see, due to Xena's lung condition, we don't use a regular vacuum cleaner. We use the industrial-strength Rainbow vacuum cleaner, and only Viv can operate it because let's just say that if I am Ravan's son Indrajit, the damned vacuum cleaner is Angad's foot.
Is it therefore any wonder that in my head, I'm jubilantly singing (very very loudly at that), a catchy but horrible song from the 90s?
Mera piya ghar aaya, o ramji!