I have some deadlines looming bright and large in front of my face and I can feel that familiar sense of panic and hysteria begin its ascent up my esophagus.
So that I could hold on to the last few shreds of my sanity and get typing at full steam, I implored hubby to take the boys out for a couple of hours, which, being the devoted daddy that he is, he willingly agreed to do. Plus, he has seen and dealt with the hysterics of this Mamma when her back has snapped in the past, so he knew it was the saner and wiser choice in the long run! Better running after his hearts' delights rather than dealing with the mental breakdown of a crazy person!
The MIM decided to take them to Science City. The EO wasn't too thrilled to be leaving me behind and looked at me with puppy dog eyes. The YO was rather perplexed, but he quickly got over it and yelled a happy 'Bye!' waving his little hand.
So I popped a bag of popcorn, switched on some ABBA (loudly!) and started working at top speed. After one page, five songs, half a bag of artificially flavoured, synthetic-smelling butter popcorn and I'm sure 3500 calories later, I started missing my boys. All three of them. Especially the incessant chatter of my EO and the mad-cap antics of my YO.
So I just called my MIM.
Me: Kothai? (where are you?)
MIM: Aami tomaar boro chheley key niye aar kono din berobo naa. (I'm never going out with YOUR elder son again.)
Me: Keno? Ki hoyechhey? (Why? What happened?)
MIM: Shaarraa khon, Mamma, Mamma, Mamma! Aar jokhon aami jigesh korlaam, ekhon Pizza Hut-ey jaabey o bollo, "Mamma-key chhaaraa Pizza Hut? Naa, tumi Mamma-key phone koro. Bolo aamraa pick-up korbo. Mamma keno kaaj korchhey? Mamma ke niye Pizza Hut chalo..." (All the time, just Mamma, Mamma, Mamma! And when I asked him if we should go to Pizza Hut he was aghast! "Pizza Hut without Mamma? Noo! Call Mamma and tell her we'll pick her up. Why is Mamma working? We'll take Mamma along to Pizza Hut...)
And then my beloved EO took the phone from his father, told me what he had eaten and ended with "...aar Maa, aami tomaar jonyo ekta pack korechhi." (...and Maa, I've packed one for you.)
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm so happy I could cry! I must be doing something right!! (And ahem, ahem, methinks someone is jealous!)