Each night we are made dinner unless we decide to go out to eat. Each night that Gaury brings us food, she leaves to go home. When dinner’s finished a pile of dishes are left in the sink.
For the past couple of weeks I’ve been shaking the jet lag — after dinner I usually get sleepy and fight sleep until about 10pm. Anyway, a couple of nights ago I felt well enough to do the dishes because as most of you know, I hate going to bed knowing there are dirty dishes in the sink…most of all, you know I hate waking up to a sink full of dishes. It’s a reminder that I should’ve done the dishes before retiring for the night.
In short, I did the dishes…and the next morning when Gaury arrived to make breakfast, she was horrified.
Gaury: "Ma’am, I do dishes," she said, pointing to herself furiously. "You do not."
Me: "But…"
Gaury: "Ma’am no."
Me: "But, but…"
Gaury: "Ma’am no."
Colin watched with amusement…and as we sat down for breakfast said, "Consider yourself told off."
Who would’ve ever thought I’d be scolded for doing housework?
-Carinae-
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