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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 what is the task for this Sunday? I checked the blogadda's twitter handle and told him it's washing utensils. He agreed immediately. It was 6 PM, Sunday, he called our didi (lady who cleans the utensils, twice a day), and asked her to take leave.

"You don't need to do this." I insisted.
"It's okay. I'll do it for you." He smiled and shrugged. *Am I dying?*

 At 10 PM after dinner, he picked all dirty dished and put them in sink. I was standing on kitchen's gate ready with my instructions. Surprising he was a pro at cleaning utensils. I observed him for 15 minutes and was completely amazed. He poured water in dry utensils, dissolve perfect amount of washing gel in accurate measure of water and didn't leave a teeny tiny bit for me to complain about.

I was startled by this whole incident and still uncertain about who among us is dying.
Mr. Hubby proud on his skills. 😍
Later that night, when I kissed him good-night. He stroked my hairs and said, "You do so much for my family. You keep them happy and try the same all the time. It's because of you that I don't have to worry about them."
"You are a good son. Why are you talking about this all of sudden. Is there anything wrong?"
"Maa papa returned 3 days ago,  and I can clearly see maa is sad. You know how much she loves to travel. You are trying everything to make it better. What should I do? What will make her happy?"
*So no one is dying. Phew!*
"Will you do what I will say?"
"Give her a wonderful day. Take her out for shopping, dinner and wherever she wants to go."
"This is great. We will all go tomorrow after office."
"No, not all, just you and maa. Make her feel special. Pamper her."
"Are you sure?"
He kissed my forehead and hugged me tightly.
"Well, you can do one more thing though."
"What? Tell me."
"You can continue washing utensils, and maa don't have to pay didi 1000 bucks for this. What do you say?"
"Youuuuu....come here you evil woman."

Next few days, mr. hubby is going to do exactly what I said and it will work, I know. 😀
Mr. hubby's first love and maa's only love.
Finally now mr. hubby pledge to #ShareTheLoad in household chores in association with Ariel and BlogAdda


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