I am
A pond of sweat after having done a big production for breakfast in the kitchen, complete with three different foods according to demands of the household citizens and I cannot wait to stop doing this come tomorrow.
I mean why can't breakfast be a couple toasts with tea? Why does it have to be upma, buttermilk drink, cheese toast, scrambled eggs and toast with jam?
Why did I end up making so much when lunch will become just as tedious?
Granted lunch won't cater to everyone's demands but it will still be a fanfare for two different sabzi's, dahl, curd, rice, roti, salad and this is enough to sap our strength in a hot kitchen.
Of course lunch duties get divided amongst two people and it's usually me and the SIL but even so, we come out looking deathly sweaty and I try to keep her burdens to a minimum because she has two kids who suck on the rest of her energy.
I am not enjoying this one bit, not least because I don't get along the vibes of this house, nor do I enjoy my room nor do I like the fact that I seriously lack most of my comforts and I can't cook anything of my liking. There's no OVEN in this house!!
Tomorrow I'll fuck off but I see people who are a bit sad about my leaving cuz he will get bored here without me, but darling, there's only so much mercy I can spare.
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