A flooded weekend

What would you have when you plan a sumptuous lunch, a week in advance? A damaged pan, a burnt carpet, a burnt gasket and an exchange of a few warm words. What would you have when you plan for a perfect vacation a couple of months in advance? Three times postponement and still-existent uncertainty of making it. What would you have when you plan for a perfect Sunday from Friday night? A flooded house!
I guess “failure of plans” is going to be our family tradition; it looks quite promising in the first months of our marriage at least. Planned to move into our newly constructed flat as soon as we got married; the builder refused to fit in the sanitary or get the elevator running. Have been planning a nice trekking expedition into the western ghats, so near to my husband’s town; the time doesn’t seem to be quite ripe yet. Planned a relaxing weekend for my parents in Bandipur; the first date saw us shifting our house, the second saw mother falling ill, the third will soon go by seeing another of the relatives ill and I cannot predict any further. Felt like pulling my hair, shouting out aloud and blaming someone for everything but do what I may, neither would the builder get the elevator and sanitary fitted up nor can the ill uncle recover in a flash. Hence, I decided not to pull my hair out instead, am trying the age-old formulae of laughing it off. The day my loving husband triumphantly placed the hot frying pan on the plastic carpet and got the designs off the carpet and onto the pan, I cooled down after the initial face-off and took a picture of the three-some (the carpet, the pan and my husband) for the family album. The weekend gone by, the experiment went a step further.
It was after a long time that we were having a quiet weekend, free of any pending work and all to ourselves. I was savoring it and planning for it from Friday night – a relaxed cup of coffee with the news paper, a nice game of badminton followed by a light breakfast, a prolonged warm shower and an elaborate lunch, a nap in the noon, a leisurely walk and a smug dinner with a movie before retiring for the day. A refreshed Monday would ensue I dreamt. Behold, arrives Sunday morning and in my excitement to get to the badminton court and get work out of the way simultaneously, I switch on the washing machine and rush off. A couple of hours later, I enter the house, exhausted and dreaming of a nice warm bath. Surprise, surprise! I do not get to walk into the house but wade through it; I had forgotten to let the outlet pipe into the bathroom. My heart slumped, but only for a moment. The experiment continued, I smiled, took a picture of the house, welcomed my ever-patient husband in and together, we drew up a “plan” to drain the water. Three hours of backbreaking work ensued.
It is Monday morning and I feel quite refreshed!