When I used to go to work, I always thought that instead of the day of the festival, the next day should be declared as a holiday. Its no different now. When I woke up in the morning, the sheer amount of cleaning that needed to be done was making me think why cannot we have a holiday for everybody today, so that we do not have tiffin boxes to be packed, kids to be packed off to school and in general, rest. But wishes like these always remain wishes only. And with a little hurricane like Moo, the word rest needs to be rested and buried deep inside the earth.
On top of it, today being a Friday and the weekend so near in sight, Zack was in no mood to go to work. He thought of calling in sick, but darling Moo made sure he scooted off by being in her crankiest best. Why you ask? She wanted to eat the garlands off and no one was allowing her to be near the pooja room 😆
The kitchen took the longest to be clean. We had had guests for lunch and every available utensil was out of its place, from the spoon to all sizes of serving bowls. The pressure cookers all got their whistles mixed up and for a moment I had to sit down and recollect which one went in which. The dining table went back to being the dump yard of all assorted stuff, hand towels, fruit bowls, washing line clips, dabbas and plastics. By noon 3, we had the house to its pre-festival state.
I usually do not nap in the afternoons, but I was dead tired between yesterday and today. So a short nap it was, because I was soon awaken by little fingers prying open my eyes. And the day continued and ended as usual, as everyday.