What’s that under your bed?

 

What’s that ?” the Hubby said

“Are those chocolate wrappers under the bed?”
“Of course they are,” I happily said

With not the slightest trace of guilt.

“Are you stressed?” he asked 

That you eat in bed?

Why don’t you have a drink instead?”

So will that mean, henceforth you’ll see

Underneath my bed a bottle of whiskey?

The other day my friend F gifted me a bag of mini Toblerones among other things. With Christmas long over, I was happy for her playing Santa and decided not to share it with the rest of the family. Perhaps it has something to do with the infants in my care who happily scream and shout their frustration without the slightest concern for either my peace of mind or my ear drums. Why can’t I also remember the child within me (as all the counsellors advise us) ?

So I decided to be a BAD GIRL .

I was frankly fed up of being a good girl especially when I see some people around me literally get away by being bad, badder and even baddest.

What does being good really get you I often ask myself. I remember as a little girl, my grannie’s made Christine used to scare me with a tiny little picture that she carried with her promising me a life of fire and brimstone in the Afterworld if I was a bad girl in this life. (Of course she also added that if I became a Christian I’d be saved). And the nuns in school didn’t help either. We were told that it was goodness that mattered in life and that goodness would be rewarded in this world and the next.

So we had to be good in behaviour (kind, compassionate, understanding, empathetic, helpful, caring, honest, hard-working, diligent and selfless). Of course all these are good values and I’m glad that they were dinned into our heads day in and day out.

But honestly, when you see the scoundrels getting away with all the bad things that they do, don’t you wonder if you should let goodness stand on its head? 

And, besides , what’s wrong with the guilty pleasure of eating chocolate in bed? Pretty harmless.

For those who don’t remember, I’m sharing Donna Summer’s 1979 classic with all of you.

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