Last week I actually went brain dead. In fact it was only yesterday that I realized such a thing could happen. My mind just stopped working. I simply lay on the sofa watching an episode of Mentalist and didn’t want to budge or do any work or anything at all. The husband came home in the evening (luckily early!) and proclaimed that this condition with me wasn’t new. In fact, come Vizag summer and I behaved worse than the kids, he added. I didn’t have the mental strength argue. More importantly, like he said, the kids were actually taking the heat quite well, while it was driving me insane. And so, I decided that he shouldn’t just make this a statement but do something to help out his ‘ailing’ wife. I declared that in order to cool down, I needed some ice cream.
He had had a tiring day at work, driving for two hours, being out in the horrid weather and sweating like he’d stepped out of a bath and hadn’t toweled dry. And then he’d come home to me. But he agreed. He took the whole family for ice cream, and also prodded me to drive the car, so I could snap out of the madness. But well, I was so un-focused I couldn’t get it out of the gate as well. But the ice cream worked, and I did drive back from the store and my hippopotamus or hippocampus or whatever woke up during this process. Well that was something.
Vizag heat really gets to me, and I’m glad for the blessings of air conditioning and an understanding husband. And when we’re not fighting over where I placed the doormat or kept the bucket, he can be a really lovable guy. That’s what a life partner should be about, right? He should be a person who pushes your limits, fights with you and for you, but most importantly helps you snap out of your stupor every time you’re brain dead.