Those salty traitors stung my pupils as I looked at the devastation all around.
The voices of self-reproach were getting louder in my head.
How I wished I had let them do it. How I wished I hadn’t done everything.
My eyes took in the enormous piles of disarray lying about.
The messy room sniggered.
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This is written in response to Write Tribe’s 55 on Friday
The prompt for this Friday wasÂ
how I wished
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Couldn't help but wonder if this was a mom's point of view 😉 ? Nice one, Shailaja!
What do you think, Aparna? 😉 Of course it is a mom's point of view and probably about how pointless it all is 😉
The mess in the room is unwelcome…………..
Aaha ! Well, isn't this what we all think when we see a messy room ! Loved the doting mom's take here 🙂
i don't have any wishes like that.. i either let her do it, or let the room be messy!!! 😀 gave up long ago!!
Messy room and self reapproch is of course an everyday affair! what I love is the the complete edge of the seat suspense created with a mundane event. You write brilliantly Shailaja!
Have I told you what a great motivator you are? 🙂 Comments like yours push me to keep trying and keep writing. Thanks for that, SM!
Sigh.. it most definitely is…
Ha, but it's quite likely that the mess will remain, probably like the ruins of Hampi 😉
Yes, I am sure every mother has thought this, mine included 😉 Thank you Sreeja 🙂
Ha ha Archana. There are days when I do just that!
Interesting take and such a pleasure to read your 55-er:)
Thanks Vishal. Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
Cool…..messes are monsters, aren't they?
Sigh.. don't even begin to ask me how big they get!
mom's point of view 🙂
Yep and the wife's and daughter's and woman's 😉
Aah! In our case, it is not a messy room, but messy rooms as sonny boy likes to leave his footprints wherever he goes. *SIGH*
He he he.. I can only imagine the 'fun' it must be with boys around the house!