This is a record of yesterday, but only of my day. I don't know how Vicky spent his, so I can't say.
I started the day with good intentions. Wrote to my aunt, "We're not planning an exciting day because I've decided to try being nice to the Deadly Duo (father and son) and that will take up all the energy I have."
And I tried. I honestly did. But The Bhablet has been having some foul moods of late. Wakes up on the wrong side of the bed, gets under my skin in two seconds flat and the day goes all downhill from there. Nothing pleases him, nothing satisfies him and nothing pacifies him. Yesterday was one such morning (and afternoon). Vicky had gone to Lake Gardens (our new flat) to wait for the CESC people. The electric supply has still not been reconnected and we were told that an engineer would visit yesterday. V spent all day and all afternoon while I tried to deal with an increasingly difficult Bhablet and finally, I totally lost it. Called up V, screamed at him, screamed at The Bhablet, spanked him and flounced off to bed. V arrived around 4ish and tried to sort things out but I wasn't having any and yelled at him some more. Because, let's face it, it's all his fault.
And then I fell asleep. I slept through phone calls and messages and The Bhablet's waking up.
Around half past seven MM (and OA) called to wish us, luckily. That finally woke me up. That and seeing the woebegone faces of father and son downstairs. So we fed The Bhablet his dinner, packed him and his necessities into fresh clothes and a bag (respectively), got dressed and went out.
We had a cosy dinner of parathas and meat and fresh lime soda at Sanjha Chulha. They've expanded and gone posher and more expensive, but I think it's still good value for money. Portions are smaller but the cooking is still excellent. The Bhablet had some tandoori chicken and parts of a tandoori roti. He first spread crumbs all over the table and then wiped up after himself with a napkin, after seeing his father do it. This may not have been such a great idea since he wiped all the crumbs on to himself, but hey, I'll give the little man points for trying.
Then V suggested gelatos at Mama Mia! I had a scoop of lemon gelato while V had one of Belgian dark chocolate. The Bhablet licked from both cones with impartial eagerness.
It was an unexpectedly nice end to a day.
I wasn't expecting flowers or cards and got none. I didn't get V a gift either, given our precarious finances. But it was the little things, the little extra special dressing up, the mutual ignoring of the son that made it a nicer anniversary than the last. (The last one was nice enough, but V earned my eternal indignation by asking Cousin J to spend the evening with us. His excuse? He thought she'd take over baby and give us time to ourselves. So I spent my first wedding anniversary with my nineteen year-old cousin, a four month-old baby and his idiot father.)
Anyway, not complaining. And MM and OA, thanks. And DotMom and Tara and Moppet's Mom and Dipali, thank you all for the cards and phone calls. Does this mean I'll have to remember your special dates now? :( You know what would be nice? A reminder along the lines of, "Hey Doofus, my birthday tomorrow. Wish me!"
Yeah, that would be considerate.