Wednesday..just another day in a busy week, routine..usual..mundane..
Waking up, rushing around breathless getting ready and driving exactly 1 hour to work..On the road,
whiling away the time looking at the morning commuters..Ladies starting their days with coffee and
makeup and men on their phones talking or typing away and coffee too, but still managing to get to
work without a fender bender..Those skills amaze me..7 years of driving and even without them i get
into fender benders..
i get to my office and work away like a robot..Stopping now and then listening to my Boss's do's and
Dont's..sometimes even wondering if i am in the right profession..Armed with that thought in mind I
browse through the classified again..5 mins into it, i give up..Giving myself a prep talk, "Hello self.. i'm
sure u like ur job..so quit playing around and get to work" I comply..
And what do i know, its evening and time to leave..driving the same 1 hour home and meeting a
different set of faces and expression on the way...No makeup or compact mirrors this time..but phones
in every hand..almost every hand..Sometimes i even see a smiling face..a rare occurrence for a weekday
evening, unless it is a friday..Maybe he or she had a good day at work..good for them..I also see
people with ‘to do list’ running through their minds.. Dad’s mind on things to pick up on the way home
milk, egg, bread and Mom’s mind on what to do once she gets home Soccer practise, homework and
dinner..Singles??hmm not sure..Its been forever since I was one..
Getting home and after a few much needed hugs and kisses, a booster for the rest of the day.. time
to cook away..Dinner needs to be on the table by 7pm..unspoken rule of the house..one more hour
disappears with homework and projects..finally dinner time..praises and criticism flows alike on the
table..i take them with smiles and frowns and cleaning up time..
When all is done..it is my time to rest finally..my me time..I am tired and drained and dont have
anymore smiles to give away, just want to curl up and sleep..
i go to the basement to unwind and that is when i hear happy welcoming squeals and squeaks..Just
when i thought i was out of smiles for that day, a big one blooms from deep inside..i smile and also
laugh, a rare thing for me at 10 pm on a weekday..The squeals are from my little guinea pigs..Actually
my daughter’s guinea pigs..Cupcake and Brownie..I go to look at them and there they are waiting for
me, carrying their chubby little bottoms and standing on their hind limbs..If only they could speak, they
would have said Welcome home..just looking at them..the days exhaustion all goes away like it was
never there..Their little faces, so expressive..asking me why i dint come earlier to see them and they
missed me..
hey, no harm in a little imagination rite? their tiny noses twitch waiting for their snack..I stay
there for a while, feeding them their favorite snack and when they are busy eating, i slip away with a
happy smile plastered on my face and feeling renewed and revitalized.
I am ready to start another day and go through the same routine just so I can go back to the basement
and hear them squeak welcome home..
