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Weekly Journal
One more week sunk
20th September, Monday — The week applauded with my little monsters, online classes. For ordinary people, Monday is something like Friday the 13th inducing panic attacks, high blood pressure and smiling least vapors more. My old cook has picked up with her poor cooking skills, the oil cans are rapidly draining, and the consumption of tissues has increased. In attempting to make our food oil-free, as much as possible.
21st September, Tuesday — The little monsters teacher announced,” Today is the International World Peace Day. ” My little beast asked me, What is peace? I told her it was similar to the piece of chocolate I give you. In this, you hand out chocolate on a large scale for world peace. I presumed it was the end of the conversation. However, it was the start of revision for my little monster, without realizing what awaited me in the evening. She filled her park bag with all her junk goodies; I interrogated what was brimming in her mind? She said World Peace Day. Stating that she gave the first chocolate to our Oreo Dog. I filled yes, there is no point in having world peace when you fail to fasten in the house.
22nd September, Wednesday —It was an eventful day that my little monster went emphasized every day 12 times a day. The birthday party for which she has earned an invite. She had to groom herself as a Superhero. She was bound to choose Hulk. As far as she was concerned, she went training for a week to reap Hulk’s body. Nothing can create her look different from it other than me. My creative juices overflow painted shades of green over her physical structure. Conducted her in draping on a brown colored rag. The whole way, she endured crying, you don’t know anything. Instead of Hulk, I resemble a toad. I swear I have yet to see a toad with a brown rag. I nursed my heart by determining its true you can’t gain everybody happy.
23rd September, Thursday — This time, my little beast and I learned about giraffes. They sustain a long neck, legs & tongue too. My thoughts took me to God’s paradise, how humans went delineated to be them. The evil deeds have to be the golden lining. However, the ones who cribbed about their height, God took sympathy gifted transformed. The ones who kept stressing the challenge to lick their elbows with their tongue went gifted converted. The ones who eaten excess of non-vegetarian by dining on uncountable animals were gifted transformed to a leafy diet.
24th September, Friday — The teacher tortured us in building the Origami handicrafts. Recognizing that a child can never finish it themselves, courtesy mother, baby sitters were to abide in do or die spirit. We all went forward, progressing to a bear, fox, fish & house. In some way, the educator again lost her brownie points. When she made us go all the way up the mound, it was straightforward to go ahead storytelling of these four frames.
My little demon filled me more masterfully with a quick story. The bear, fish and fox all three lived in this house. They were ignorant that the fish in the bowl was a baby shark. An unexpected day grew out of proportion from miniature to extra-big nibbling bear, wolf and home. They were again three, though they inhabited in the shark’s belly. Moral: It’s all a surprise.
I don’t treasure denoting myself unusually vicious at this age.
25th September, Saturday — My bitter half gave me an abandoned hair comb stating to get this cleaned. I continue to tell my King. No house helper will do this. She will stop appearing the next day, deeming that thee humiliated her by passing on a utility hole cleaner brush. I wish before my marriage had seen his hair combs, his brushing technique where there is no conflict between my little monster & his toothbrush. Thank goodness the color is different forasmuch they both look half-chewed by a mouse. And his heinous sleeping style is comparable to a crocodile with eyes half-closed and half-open. Yes, I did clean his hair comb by embedding it in the laundry machine, which also declined to sparkle. Eventually, I picked up his shoe brush and gave it the finishing touch by making it glow. I reckon this is called love.
26th September, Sunday — My bitter half gave me my weekly oil head massage. He forms the bed every day. He thinks that where men display their muscles, women have brains muscles. Fine, I agree he’s not that bad a soul as me. He’s my best friend more than a sex toy.
