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Chore-son-ification: Chapter4

All that I am, or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother.  ― Abraham Lincoln
This post is 4th part of 4 blog post series, for Ariel's #ShareTheLoad contest in association with blogadda. To read the 1st post, please visit: Chore-son-ification: Chapter1, for the 2nd post, please visit: Chore-son-ification: Chapter2 and for the 3rd post visit: Chore-son-ification: Chapter3

Yes, the trick worked. Mr. hubby took out maa for shopping dining and a lot more. She is convincingly happy, but one can get that she hasn't forgotten about her missed trip from her sarcastic comments. Anyways, she got to know it was my idea to pamper her and she really appreciated the thought. And maybe this little appreciation was something I needed to get through the last Sunday's challenge. 

On Sunday morning, I made idlis but intentionally didn't buy bottle guard for sambhar.
"O shit! I forgot to buy lauki for sambhar. Can you please get it for me? Pleaseeeee."
After a long pause of 30 seconds,…

Chore-son-ification: Chapter3

”A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest.”  – Irish Proverb
This post is 3rd part of 4 blog post series, for Ariel's #ShareTheLoad contest in association with blogadda. To read the 1st post, please visit: Chore-son-ification: Chapter1, for the 2nd post, please visit: Chore-son-ification: Chapter2and for the 4th  post visit: Chore-son-ification: Chapter4
As I mentioned in my previous post, my mother and father in law, were on vacation for 2 weeks. But after few conversations with his friends, and news about Fani (Cyclone in Odisha), bad dreams started dauting papa. We tried to calm him but everything went in vain. Upon his constant request (begging), maa was convinced to return after a week. Now they are back. Papa is contended, hugged us tightly as soon as he stepped inside, but since then maa is furious and on no talking terms with papa.

I almost decided to drop the plan for writing this week, but to my surprise, mr. hubby, asked himself…

Chore-son-ification: Chapter2

It takes one woman twenty years to make a man of her son - and another woman twenty minutes to make a fool of him.  -Helen Rowland
This post is 2nd part of 4 blog post series, for Ariel's #ShareTheLoad contest in association with blogadda. To read the 1st post, please visit: Chore-son-ification: Chapter1for the 3rd post visit: Chore-son-ification: Chapter3, and for the 4th  post visit: Chore-son-ification: Chapter4
After a small help last Sunday, in doing the Sunday laundry, my Mr. hubby was surprising enthusiastic to help,  till Tuesday evening. After that he completely relucted and it was pissing me off. I should have known, he was only pretending for his mother. 
On Wednesday, maa-papa left for summer vacation with maasi's family, so for this next 2 Sundays, we are alone. Now making him help with chore has reached another level. But then I started mission Chore-son-ification: 2.
On Sunday, after his favourite idli-sambhar lunch, I said, "Okay then you have rest and I'…