MIMÂ tagged me to write abt my Domestic Disasters.
A few came to mind but this one takes the cake.
Year:1999
Location:Upper Level Apt, London UK
Cast.: Sraikh–a frazzled, new mom who had just taken a 16 hour flight to London
Ashu- Adorable 2.5 month old baby
Seedy Punjabi Landlord
Landlord’s wife
I had just taken a 16 hour flight all by myself. I was anew mom, was missing my family. NK dumped me at the apt and said I will be back later. So I unpacked and put Ashwina in cloth diapers. So the next day, I need some place to soak the cloth diapers. I didnt have a pail so I decided to soak them in the wash basin. I turned on the tap,put the plug in and dumped the diapers in it. I then hear Ashwina screaming, being a new mother I run to her and pulled out the boob to satisfy her. And can you guess what happened? I fell asleep nursing her.
Scene 2 Entry of Crazy Punjabi Landlord.
I wake up to loud banging sounds. I walk to the door, open it in my no bra PJS and see the landlord saying that water is leaking downstairs. What..he runs to the bathroom and turns off the tap. All the while, he’s shouting at me what I was doing, and his downstairs is all wet, why I was using the bathroom to wash clothes, there is a Laundromat near-by. Blah blah.
Finally I mop up everything and NK comes home and I tell him I hate this country and want to go home. I miss my mom blah blah. NK bought them pizza as a peace offering and wanted me to go downstairs with them to apologize. I told him he can do -it himself and I am going back to sleep.
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Oh Honourable mention should go to this incident as well.
Year:1997
Location:Rented Apt in Singapore
Cast : Sraikh a new bride
Nk The evil spouse
So the whole internet knows that I married young. Thus I didnt know how to cook. I didnt know the difference between jeera,saunf,yellow daal, green daal and the millions of spices in an Indian kitchen. Nonetheless, I wanted to impress NK and bought cabbage to make sabzi for dinner. I slaved over the kitchen, making rice, yellow daal and cutting the damm cabbage to make a nice sabzi.
Nk comes in, the table is served with all the food. He serves himself and then starts to eat.
NK: You used garlic and giner in the daal?
Me:Yes..why?
NK: No dont put that. It comes on too strong.And what is this. How did you cut the cabbage pieces? They are so big and difficult to eat. I cannot eat this. I like them finely sliced like my mom makes it.
Me:Fine then dont eat.See whether I will cook for you next time
Can you imagine? Since that time, I could care less whether he eats my food. Of course now, I make really good Indian food(rotis still though aren’t round) I also dont do his laundry. He has his own basket and washed, folds and iron all his own clothes. I never do it for him even if its overflowing. That’s because of a screaming match we had when I ruined his shirt with a tye dye kurti of mine. Basic ground rules were established early in our marriage and thats why we survived 4 kids and almost 12 years now.
In my case it was not the cooking but …. the choice of clothes.
As a new bride, I just wanted to impress BP. Blame it on out movies or TV, I thought ironing and readying his clothes while he was in the shower would be a good thing. BP came from the shower and looked at the neatly placed clothes and said, I don’t like someone selecting my clothes, pls don’t take the trouble .
Thats that … never ever did I try it out in our 9 years of marriage so far.
Once I washed his clothes along with some cheques worth a few thousand dollars. After all the screaming , I told him that I am not ever checking his pockets before I put his clothes in machine ( if I am doing the laundry) thats not my responsibility. And he told me not to ever touch his clothes unless he puts them in the laundry basket. So, I just dont. Even if I can see that he doesn’t have any clean shirt left to wear the next day ! Its working just fine since then
Me:Another one..woohoo we should all be very proud of ourselves. We have independent hubbies.
He is a neat nik and I am not. So one day when he suggested cleaning, I called him a micro managing, nitpicking nazi. And them brawled. So now the house is a little messy all the time.
Me: A win-win situation. Hey I am so not ready for a marathon but want to try a 10k in fall. You game?
hey,
I didnt know about the punjabi lady story… U never told us, but its really hilarious.. Can imagine the screaming done by the punjabi… Nice post
Me: NK read this and couldnt remember it happened. He remembered he ate pizza but not the overflowing story.
That is just so wonderful to read this. LOL with the laundry thing. We currently are in a 2 BR apt and his clothes are no more in the room he claims his.
hahahaha!
i have to do this tag too! next post me thinks!
and i remember M being paranoid about whole house cleaning business and would do it on saturdays when he had off but i had work! and then he would be grumpy all the time because HE did the whole thing!
i tol him not to bother! ‘coz i am okie with the mess! :p
now he doesnt and we have fewer grumpy faces!
cheers!
Me : Ohh do the tag. Its been fund reading them on various blogs
Sraikh, don’t mind me asking, but how did you and NK meet, if you don’t mind?
Me: Please refer to this post http://asaaan.wordpress.com/2005/08/17/sliding-doors/. This was back in MIRC Ver 1 and Telnet days. We met online in 95.
I feel ancient some days
So now you have to do the ‘how did you meet’ tag. I want to know too. If you don’t mind.
BTW, I come back again and again to read this post.
Its very funny.
so in my family i am the clean freak, nitpicking nazi…so onetime when husband did not move his butt and complete the laundry, this is what i did. Picked up all his clothes out of his clean laundry and dumped it back in the washer. He searched for chaddi, baniyaan for four days and then i showed him where they are lying, guess who learned the lesson?
hey great fun reading this tag… thanks for taking it up. i too enjoyed it on several other sites.
LOL.
Nice to know that I am in good company
Priya.
i found this so funny…imagining the water, teh landlord’s face, and you going back to sleep at the end of it all…
and as for the hubby thing, i too don’t do anything (ironing/packing) specifically for him unless, ‘requested’ to do so
This tag sure is fun…domestic disasters are fun reminiscing, not when they happen…
How long did you stay in that Crazy Punjabi’s landlord’s house?
Me: 6 long months..arghhh..Those days are a whole blog worth of stories. One child and London..
We are fast learners.Its funny how we think we have to do certain things as a newly bride. I blame Bollywood.