Coming out of my cave to say....

Yesterday, visitors at Lifestyle and Hyderabad Central were shaken to see a wild looking woman storm the portals of both happening places, 4-year-old child in tow. Hair parted in the middle and flying in opposite directions in an attempt to get away from the grubby, tired face.

Crumpled black capris, a black sweater – in this weather(???!!!!) – that was worn in an attempt to cover the sweaty sleeveless gym tee. Black sports shoes. Red socks. And all this at 9:30 pm. I know I was getting some curious stares and I did figure out that none of them were admiring but it wasn’t until I caught a glimpse (shudder!!!) of myself in the trial room mirror that I realized how horrifying I looked.

Ken came in day before with a note that told me to send his swimming trunks and beach towel on Friday since he had a pool party at school. A pool party? A pool party? Leave alone a pool, the loos in my school were extremely sad. And I always thought that a pool party was so the kind of thing that yuppie American kids had.

Anyways, Ken had neither trunks nor towel – at least not of the beachy variety, so I knew I had a shopping trip coming up. My purse was at my desk at work; the key to the desk was in a friend’s bag; the bag was at her fiance’s house. Don’t ask me why this was so. That is a whole entire blog by itself. Suffice it to know that I had no access to my purse for 2 days. For on Thursday she forgot to fetch the bag back.

Therefore the shopping was postponed to yesterday. And I decided to be faithful to my New Year resolution and make my weekly appearance at the gym (when the resolution was made, the frequency of the appearance was set at daily. These things, like my hipline, expand over time…) Then began a series of unfortunate events.

Towards the end of my workout, I kind of became overly interested in the kind of weights that one of the guys was lifting (swear! It was the weights I was looking at!!), and I lost my balance on the treadmill. Sat down with a heavy bump beside the damn thing.

Gathered up my dignity and walked out and found that the cab that was to take me to office and from there home, was delayed by half an hour. By the time I got home I was sweaty, messy and kind of “sweary”. Reached home at 9 to find Ken in his PJs and he hadn’t even had his dinner. Got him dressed in record time and had no time to comb or change myself.

That was how the aforementioned apparition made her aforementioned appearance Hyderabad’s “happening” malls. And I was stunned to discover that a tiny pair of thong trunks which had lesser material than my son’s regular underwear does costs some 700 bucks! And the child is just 4. And he doesn’t even swim on a regular basis!!!!

Lifestyle had an option that was 2 sizes too small for him, so I had to inflict my scary presence of Central as well. They thankfully had more options. The bikini tthingy and a hotpants kind of thingy. Working on the assumption that I was at least getting more cloth for the money I went for the hotpants kind of thingy. Ken preferred the bikini thing, but I so didn’t want my son’s underwear looking like mine, so I insisted on the hotpants. Found a cool looking blue beach towel with Popeye rollerblading on a yellow road on one side.

So he went today, armed with his trunks and his towel, and came back with a whole lot to say in favor of pool parties, a broad bubbling over kind of happiness and a cut on his chin which he didn’t even want a band-aid for. An awesome end to what has been an awful week in general. And yes, it has been an awful sort of week. Which is why I didn’t blog much. I’ve been sitting in my cave growing scar tissue over raw wounds. Been making occasional forays to the mouth of the cave. But I’ve mostly been running back in. Next week perhaps, I will have healed.