We live in a three bedroom apartment with three baths which is convenient all around,for guests,for us and for my mom.The thing is the mother lives in one room and has it done up her style,the master bedroom belongs to the husband and i (me being the minority partner....i get the TV remote after he falls asleep) and the third one is for guests.
The mother and husband are territorial creatures so there is no way you will find them in any bedroom other than the ones they belong to.Me ? I am the Goldilocks of this house so I change beds at random.You see I am king of referee in the house.I play wife daughter independent thinker etc etc so my role dictates my choice of rooms.
When the mother is under the weather I need to sleep on her spare bed.Not a comfortable compromise for either of us.In the heat of an Indian summer I need the air conditioning at full blast,the fan at the highest speed and I am fine.My mom has other ideas.Her idea of cozy night is to lock and bar all windows,turn the fan to lowest speed,leave a night light on (this one is as good as daylight,no dim lighting here) and she is fine.Now we have worked out a mid way path (after emotional blackmail of varying degrees) that the windows remain open to allow fresh air and the fan can be at mid speed.Enough incentive for her to get better just to get me out of the room.
The master bedroom as you may have guessed is ruled over by the master (yes the husband gets first rights on the TV remote.)Here the rules are different.If the man is on an austerity drive or on his latest project of saving the earth,then the air conditioning is ditched,the fan will run at full speed and the windows remain open.Needless to say yours truly will bake in silence.Of course as equal partner to this room my will will prevail and the air conditioning will come on but please note it will be on economy mode.Here the rules are different,he watches TV till he falls asleep and i read a book always.My side of the bed is stacked with books.At all times when the husband is in residence the choice of reading is gruesome murder,spine chilling thrillers and anything scary.I am a big goose so I need the husband there so i can scare myself safely.The moment he leaves town the choice of books will turn to the mushiest of romances.I am convinced that no romance can scare me so I gobble up a lot of mush and stay happy.
Like I said I am a bit of a nomad so when the husband is out of town the master bedroom seems like not a very nice place so I relocate to the guest bedroom.Now this room has TV,music Internet access and air conditioning that is turned to the bed so I can freeze if I want to.This is by far the most liberating room in thi s house.The music will be at highest volume (the mothers hearing is not what it used to be so no objections there) the TV will also be on and I can watch mindless TV news and get all worked up so if I am too bored then I will skype to friends far and wide.
This access to all areas comes with its own pitfalls.Invariably after a stint in any bedroom for longer than a week and I am a confused piece of work.So clothes will stay in one room,towels may be in any bathroom (invariably I have a bath and then realise that there is no towel in the room)...soap is always missing and the long and short of it is that I end up with half baths that need to be finished off in the bathroom of origin.Today was one such day hence the post.All round confusion and with cricket in full form ( I haven't the faintest idea about this game despite being Indian) and having forgotten to stack up on books (cant read in bed in my moms room which is where i was resident the past few days) here I am pouring out my confused existence to anyone who finds it interesting. And now to bed.
The mother and husband are territorial creatures so there is no way you will find them in any bedroom other than the ones they belong to.Me ? I am the Goldilocks of this house so I change beds at random.You see I am king of referee in the house.I play wife daughter independent thinker etc etc so my role dictates my choice of rooms.
When the mother is under the weather I need to sleep on her spare bed.Not a comfortable compromise for either of us.In the heat of an Indian summer I need the air conditioning at full blast,the fan at the highest speed and I am fine.My mom has other ideas.Her idea of cozy night is to lock and bar all windows,turn the fan to lowest speed,leave a night light on (this one is as good as daylight,no dim lighting here) and she is fine.Now we have worked out a mid way path (after emotional blackmail of varying degrees) that the windows remain open to allow fresh air and the fan can be at mid speed.Enough incentive for her to get better just to get me out of the room.
The master bedroom as you may have guessed is ruled over by the master (yes the husband gets first rights on the TV remote.)Here the rules are different.If the man is on an austerity drive or on his latest project of saving the earth,then the air conditioning is ditched,the fan will run at full speed and the windows remain open.Needless to say yours truly will bake in silence.Of course as equal partner to this room my will will prevail and the air conditioning will come on but please note it will be on economy mode.Here the rules are different,he watches TV till he falls asleep and i read a book always.My side of the bed is stacked with books.At all times when the husband is in residence the choice of reading is gruesome murder,spine chilling thrillers and anything scary.I am a big goose so I need the husband there so i can scare myself safely.The moment he leaves town the choice of books will turn to the mushiest of romances.I am convinced that no romance can scare me so I gobble up a lot of mush and stay happy.
Like I said I am a bit of a nomad so when the husband is out of town the master bedroom seems like not a very nice place so I relocate to the guest bedroom.Now this room has TV,music Internet access and air conditioning that is turned to the bed so I can freeze if I want to.This is by far the most liberating room in thi s house.The music will be at highest volume (the mothers hearing is not what it used to be so no objections there) the TV will also be on and I can watch mindless TV news and get all worked up so if I am too bored then I will skype to friends far and wide.
This access to all areas comes with its own pitfalls.Invariably after a stint in any bedroom for longer than a week and I am a confused piece of work.So clothes will stay in one room,towels may be in any bathroom (invariably I have a bath and then realise that there is no towel in the room)...soap is always missing and the long and short of it is that I end up with half baths that need to be finished off in the bathroom of origin.Today was one such day hence the post.All round confusion and with cricket in full form ( I haven't the faintest idea about this game despite being Indian) and having forgotten to stack up on books (cant read in bed in my moms room which is where i was resident the past few days) here I am pouring out my confused existence to anyone who finds it interesting. And now to bed.
