awake. I don't jump out of bed when I wake up, even if I'm late. I will just lay in bed and go over the activities I have to do that day, and set the time for each activity. It will take five minutes. I then get up and go according to the schedule ( although in most cases it won't go according to the schedule!! ;) ). Friday was a weekend day, and so hubby and his brother will be at home. Hmmm... so cooking breakfast will take around 1 hour. Cutting onions - 5 minutes, cutting ginger, garlic, tomato, chillies and potatoes - 5 minutes, sauting all of these - 10 minutes and by that time I can make a dough for the chappathi, ... goes my schedule. I said it was a busy day, 'coz we were having some guests. I had to make my house tidy, cook lunch for the guest and the usual daily chores - washing, bathing, looking after my hubby's niece for some time when my co-sister takes her bath, and a lot more jobs. But according to the time schedule, I still had one hour left before the guests arrived. Weekend days are the most busy days for me.
All these thoughts crossed my mind while I was still in bed.
I got up and went to the kitchen to start the job. At 6 o'clock, I've finished preparing the breakfast. Hmmm..., half an hour late. I asked my mother-in-law about the dishes we should prepare for lunch. There was prawns and mutton in the fridge, and so we decided to prepare prawn roast, mutton curry and ghee rice ( all are Indian dishes). There were a lot of plates and other vessels in the basin, and I had to wash them all. The bottle of dish washer liquid was empty and so I took the big bottle to refill the small bottle. We were using the lemon flavored liquid, and so it was yellow in color. I kept the big bottle on the kitchen table, as I had no time to keep it in the shelf. After completing the washing, I started preparing the lunch.
I have sliced the 4-5 onions and was sauting them for the prawn roast when my MIL came to help me in the kitchen. I started cutting the mutton for the curry.
"The oil is not enough for the onions to be sauted."said my MIL.
"Ok, mummy, can you pour some more oil in it?" I asked.
She took the oil and poured in it and was stirring it when she gave a loud cry. I looked up at her.
"Oh, Najeeba, I've pured the dish washing liquid instead of the oil."
I've kept the liquid near to the bottle of the oil, and she took the wrong bottle! Oh, God!
I had to do all the work again. I started it again. I sliced the vegetables, mutton and everything needed for the roast, curry and rice and started with the cleaning. I swept the whole house and has started moping when MIL asked me to take the chillies from the fridge. I ran to take it, as time was flying and we had only a couple of hours before the guests arrived. While running, I stumbled over the porridge my co-sister had made for her baby. The porridge was spread over the entire hall! I got very angry with myself and all others in the home, and felt an anger towards the guests too. I started shouting at myself, and also at hubby. I could not shout at my MIL, co-sis or Brother-in-Law.
My husband understood my situation, and asked me take some rest, and have a bath. According to him, bathing cools down one's "mind and body, heart and soul". I did as he asked, and that did make some effect on my anger. By the time I finished my bath, hubby has cleaned the porridge from the floor and cooked some new porridge for his niece. Thanks a lot to him. I resumed my work, and when the time the guests arrived, I was panting -and the house clean and tidy, the lunch ready along with two to three deserts and I was happy to receive them.
After they left, I just revised the happenings of the day. Apart from mummy pouring dish washing liquid to the onion and me kicking the porridge pan, there were many things that wasted my time. Like the bottle with the turmeric powder fell from my hand and it was spilled on the cooking range. The bed sheet I was putting on the bed tore when I pulled it tight. The water overflew on the floor when I was filling into the kettle. And so many. All because I was not concentrating on the work I was doing, rather, thinking about the works I have to do. Less concentration made my busy day even an more busier day.