Been a while since I took a dig at myself and that made me wonder why?
Answer is quite simple it’s just that the hubby has been quite busy these days
and he is one who usually brings the best or the worst out of me. As a
consequence of spending sometime with him, this is what happens.
On very silent Thursday morning, while I was gently urging little
Smera to drink her milk and get on with getting ready to school. The half awake
hubby walks in with his PBJ sandwich and sat down beside us. Munching on his
sandwich he heard me yet again to Very Gently Urging her to finish her
milk and just then he comments:
Hubby: “Are you not well?”
Me: “No, I am perfectly alright and why do you ask?”
Hubby: “I asked as I’ve never heard you ask Smera to do something so
softly.”
Me: “What do you mean that I am always yelling at her?”
Hubby: “Err!! That’s not what I meant. I mean either you are too aggressive
or as today extremely mellow.”
Me: “Extremely mellow?”
Meanwhile while we were discussing the pitch of my tone little Smera
was giggling and slurping up her chocolate milk and that meant it time to get
her into her uniform.
