Here is the deal, I am tired…. really tired, in every possible way. So the thought of being home with my mom n dad thrills me to bits. I can’t wait.
I can’t wait to be in a house where if I take more than 10 steps I don’t find myself in the balcony.
I can’t wait to have coffee mate in my coffee.
I can’t wait to curl up in the living room reading the paper while watching TV.
And most importantly I can't wait to spend time with my parents.
Here is my normal routine when I am home. I wake up late, just in time to see my mom return from the gym (sigh!!). I then plonk myself in front of the TV with the morning’s paper while mom gets herself a bowl of cornflakes (nice) or oats (yuck!).
After breakfast and a shower either I am off roaming with her or sitting on the couch chatting to my Gran. Pa soon comes for lunch and that is soon followed by mom n dad fighting over dessert. The fight they maintain is legit.
Then its time of the snooze followed by evening coffee n soon enough the program that should be banned “idea star singer” airs. Every evening we bicker about watching it, but we end up watching coz well…according to my mother “Coz I said so!! “
And then… dinner time….
Yes I know, ..very boring .. yet…. There is comfort in this familiarity.
Right now nothing sounds more appealing than this.