So on 28th of March my house was stuck by an earthquake and on 29th by a tornado and the subsequent jolts, quivers and speedy breezes have continued since. I am surprised that the walls in my house are brave enough to stand.
The floor has given up and understands that its existence is going to be dotted by 32 small hot wheels cars and innumerable others cars and vehicles of different shapes and sizes.
My feet understand that until June every time it takes a step, a Lego will attempt to pierce right through my foot.
My sofas have put on a brave face and steadied their springs to the incessant jumping!
The artifacts around the house quiver when ‘
the whoosh of a ball passes them.
My fridge groans in despair after it has been opened for the 10563th time in the day.
My lap and nose and various body parts wonder in silence where they will live to see my 35th year of existence
As I walk around my house, I feel their accusingly looks and if they could talk they would say
Why nuttie why?!!
Sure every school has holidays but haven’t you heard of summer camps. Every Meena, Teena and Ameena is sending their kids to advance the kids skills while the mothers maintain their sanity. What bravery medal were you aspiring for when you decide your kid should be free during summer holidays. You wanted him to be able to do as he pleases during his holidays just like you did as a kid. Unstructured play it seems. Pfft…imagination some more pfft,
I take a deep breath and tell them only 7 weeks more.
I hear the low hum of chanting/praying and beseeching to the Gods while I walk away!
this is part of the Atozchallenge – unofficially of course and this is my entry for h
Nuttie Natters 