A normal day to day conversation between me and my hubby, Abhishek Singh.
Me: When do you want to have dinner?
Me: Shall I bring the food?
Hubby: Hmn. (while watching TV)
Me: I am bringing the food. Okay?
Hubby: Hmmn. What? okay….
I have served food and now waiting for him to eat. Kids are already circling around like vultures, just not for eating but to topple everything and create a mess.
Me: Come, it’s getting cold.
Hubby: Hmn. okay.
Me: (after 5 minutes) Come and sit. (In a high pitch voice now, actually little higher than high)
Hubby: (as if he has just woken up) What? Why did you served it? I don’t want to eat right now?
Me: WHAT??? (I don’t have to tell you, what was my voice pitch at that point)
Hubby: I told you. Not now. I am not hungry.
Me: You could have said it to me earlier. When I asked you, I think just a hundred times.
Hubby: Oh, didn’t I say it. Oh. Okay, I will eat later. Sorry yaar. (With a smile on his face. Not helpful at all)
I am now babbling so many things at once. Putting back everything, before kids get any chance to ruin whatever is left.
After 5 minutes.
Me: So, when do you want to eat? After how much time?
I thought there must be some problem with my hubby Abhishek Singh’s ears, but later when I share my ordeal with my friends, I realized this disease is pretty common and incurable. 😦
It’s called Being Husband.
P.S. Abhishek Singh, DO Read This Post.