Multitasking as is usual, I apply a home-made hair pack while tackling the mammoth task of sorting and putting away the summer clothes. I am looking forward to the hot shower and reading in the sun on the terrace with a steaming cup of coffee. It is still early on a wintry Sunday – the day stretches in front of me, deliciously.

I adjust the shower to warm, almost hot, water to wash off the hair pack that has hardened. However, within seconds, the water goes to lukewarm to tepid to COLD. I wash my hair, trembling, not so much from cold but pure annoyance. The great conservationist in the house has used the water and turned the geyser OFF to stem the waste of resources. I struggle to understand why the great law of conservation applies only to appliances that I have turned on, for MY gratification? At any given time of the day, I find the television, the music system, and the fan cooling and entertaining the furniture, in more than one room.

Lest it sounds that I am complaining let me hasten to add that he is a good man focused on making me a better person. He is very conscientious of my needs and the areas I need to work on even when I am unaware of them! I have lost count of the number of times I have gone in to wash my feet before bed and ended up taking a shower because someone forgot to turn it back from the shower setting. “Don’t you feel that the shower has taken away the tiredness?!”

The drawers left open create an obstacle course that ensures that my reflexes remain sharp. When an email informs the family that store-bought cookies are full of empty harmful calories, it ends up making me become an exceptional baker! I have had the charge of correcting the children so that they are not deprived of parenting advice. He takes care of developing their appreciation of the absurd. He even eats the last piece of the cake so that there is no fear of my getting diabetes.

I am grateful for all his efforts in improving me and yet this version of the Serenity prayer often comes unbidden to my mind: Dear God, give me love and patience. I don’t ask for strength because I am afraid that I will beat him to death!