Frazzled frau

The last week has been one hectic one. We were all hosting a dinner, you see. Not that it had much to do with me, but S's husband’s Brit colleague & a few friends were visiting. Now that’s not a big deal for most of us with our arrived husbands, except that one of the couple in question are : No KIDS, still going to Bali/ Hawai/ or some obscene place for their wedding anniversary’s & can you believe it, have WHITE sofas & little gurgling fountains in their drawing room. This is completely based on heresay but such are stories that I will not reject. ( I am staring forlornly at my own green colored sofa, which when we bought- we were sure, would be able to withstand the children’s attacks. But no such luck- its now an even uglier shade of brown & green).

So as you can now anticipate, the attack must be carefully planned out- we cannot afford to lose this one- coz then it would mean, doom!! If we lost, we would have to get our broken record out- O life with the kids is just so F@#$%….fulfilling- we don’t get the time to do anything else, you must have one, - or why don’t you try mine for a while? Please – I insist. ( This is my current favorite fantasy, promise you it has all the beginnings of the most gratifying ….) But to be fair to her, she was suffering from another of the maladies that we seem to have no cure for – the maid was being so insouciant & had decided to take off (on D Day) to a better paying household. & The husband decided to invite the brit to be a houseguest. As you get the jist, life was a bitch…But as one of my old time, err, friends told me – then go ahead, screw it. ( that is another story that will be told, I promise)

So we did screw- life of course, ( with the kids in our bed, we don’t have the bed space to do ….) all of us rallied around her, bunking office, fish fry coming out of the black haired damsel’s kitchen & me cooking to the best of my limited abilities, going to do a last minute all over, to also see if she was looking good enough to…get admiring looks, then we would all have our revenge on the damn husband’s last minute imposition AND his all so male, insensitivities. As it turns out, the dinner was a hit. S was at her most charming, the bake was just not burnt, the fish fry & the creator of it was more than adequately oohed & aahed over. & we had our revenge, coz, you see white sofa man- more than fondly, remembered our black, wavy haired, large doe eyed friend , in front of the wife –‘darling, pout pout, can we please go to Timbuktoo this year’ . So as she grew first as red as her saloon coloured red hair & then as green as my sofa - S had her moment!

On Sat evening, as we sat rewarding ourselves for a job well done, with pizzas & beer- & replayed the dinner, along with pre & post activity, all over, we had our sweet (& somewhat high calorie) revenge. Coz it’s our children that forced us to start the beginnings of a long & rewarding friendship - One in which there is sharing of pain, happiness, envy & pride & whatever else.. So root along, girls- get the women over. Coz, as per another woman to woman discussions with a grilfriend- just recently- Alcohol & friends are the only certainty in life, & they definitely make life more, hic, meaningful.