An ode to everyday multitasking… and husbands
Today, I truly believe women are champions of multitasking.
And no, I’m not talking about the glamorous “managing home, baby, job” kind of multitasking. I mean the real, behind-the-scenes stuff. The kind of multitasking that keeps a household from falling into total chaos.
Like laundry, for instance.
We don’t just gather clothes—we scan every corner of the house, dig through the hidden laundry pile, check behind doors, under beds, and yes—inspect the husband’s chaddi hanging somewhere in the bathroom(no censorship here) and the pocha for their silent, soggy appearances.
While cooking, our minds run background processes: What’s left in the fridge? Who’s going to be home for dinner? Who eats what? What will they say if he eats that? Does the baby need mashed food now or in ten minutes?
Now let’s talk about husbands. Mine made idli the other day—so sweet, right?
Except he forgot a small detail—like adding ragi, rawa, or even rice flour. We had pure urad dal idlis. Smooth? Yes. Fluffy? Maybe.
Salt? Taste? Nope. None. Nada.
Then I asked him to start the laundry.
He dumped everything from the basket into the machine like a pro—except he forgot the pocha and his baniyan still hanging in the bathroom like forgotten warriors.
Another time, he made omelets.
I use one egg per person. He used the entire carton—six eggs—for two people. Delicious, yes. Economical? Not even close. Mera grocery budget gaya kaam se.
And then, they walk around with their egos inflated, while the saasu maa glows with pride, saying,
“Mera beta toh sab kuch karta hai.”
Koi mujhe toh poocho kaise karta hein ;)
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