Queen Bee..

Living alone, by ourselves has its perks. You are the Queen Bee to the place you call home. Your husband isn’t oh-so-interested on how you run the house, as long as there’s an unlimited supply of food, Gatorade and clean shirts! Of course, there are those unsaid agreements that you have to follow, like, no Hyderabadi food on the table, no Bubbles on the arm chairs, no Eshaal near the laptop, etc. etc. But life’s good, and soon there comes a moment when you know of none other lifestyle than having utter and total reigns to the house. Queen Bee. But, sometimes in those rare situations when you have actually moved to another house, where both you and husband have a gzillion work to take care of, disagreements pop up like candy from a piñata. Reason: The husband critiques a decision and the wife no longer can take criticism.

Fiz:         Let’s put this mat here.

Asad:     Why would you want to put it under the shoe rack? It looks cheap.

Fiz:         Because I like it there! I want it under!

Asad:     Maybe, we should put this basket here?

Fiz:         Nooo, how can it go there! It spoils the whole look! Why would you do that?!

Asad:     Were not going to use this kettle, our old one’s good.

Fiz:         I want the new one!  It’s so hard to make Eshaal’s bottle in this one. You don’t even know what I go through every day!!

Yes, the Queen Bee doesn’t do well when her ‘subjects’ question her. But lately, she’s realized she should be the humble and sweet Queen Bee, who should put her ‘subjects’ interests before her. So she will address this issue with e-reading on this matter. They say you have to take deep breaths, not to react impulsively or defensively, not to take it personally, but, constructively… We could try that.

(..Or this. I am the Queen Bee after all.)