Married Life: Sharing is Caring

Every marriage brings with it numerous situations where important decisions need to be made and the other night, my wife had reached such a juncture. I had walked in to our bedroom and found my Smurf sized Mrs. Bhojwani sitting on top of the bed cross-legged and confused. I left her alone to arrive at a conclusion but once I noticed the intense worry lines across her forehead and realised how much I’d have to pay in Botox down the line, I decided to intervene.

I asked her several times what had her worried, but like a monk deep in a trance, she refused to budge from her position and simply grunted. I lay on top of the blue duvet that she was seated on and persisted. Her gaze finally shifted from the red blanker in front of her and she said;

‘I was thinking what to sleep in, the duvet or the blanket.’

I obviously couldn’t help but chuckle as she reached for the blanket, pulled it over her and rolled to her side. Switching off the lights, I followed her lead and tucked myself into the duvet. I then noticed I had only a sliver to cover myself with since she was sleeping ON the darn thing. On this occasion, we followed her and this is what commenced in the dark of night;

‘She chanted 1,2,3, threw her torso up and I, pulled! 1,2,3…pull. 1,2,3…pull.’

As I lay there breathless after our Cirque du Soleil imitation, I only had a sufficient amount of duvet to cover my top half. It seems my wife in all her acrobatics, had conveniently forgotten to raise her legs leaving me with only an angular piece of warmth!

Get your blanket before she does!