😉 Welcome new and regular readers! Friends, the concept of happiness is different for everyone. Someone thinks that happiness should be sought beyond the distant lands. More often, many people spend their whole life in search of happiness. What do you need to be happy?
How to be happy
Monday started very hard. That’s putting it mildly, it’s hard. If the kitten had not hung on the edge of the blanket during its stormy games, they would have slept and slept for an unknown amount of time, closely intertwined with their legs and arms.
And so … Half-asleep glance at the alarm clock, frightened “Wow! Almost seven !!! ” – and it began: running between the bathroom, kitchen, room. Everything as usual. Like every Monday. It seems like they are fond of waking up on Mondays.
The husband goes to the bathroom, she goes to the kitchen. At the intersection of squares, a cursory: “Where are my socks?” – “In the dresser.” We ran on. Now she goes to the bathroom, he goes to the kitchen: “Do you need tea or coffee?” – “Tea”. And, already slamming the bathroom door behind him: “With lemon!”
They ran back. They sat down. They drink tea, without taste and pleasure. Just a drink, so that something dangles in the stomach until they get to their jobs. They drank, cups in the sink, a quick smack somewhere in the area of the nose and around, and stomped: she – to the company car that was waiting for her near the house, he – to the minibus. The working week has begun.
Chief
Things went wrong this week. Well, just everything. Her nerves were already at the limit. The chef sometimes atrocities, sometimes ingratiated himself, sometimes hesitated. Every day there are new kinks. Most often, his instructions aroused vague childhood memories in her soul, when the fairy tale sounded: “Go there, I don’t know where, bring that, I don’t know what.”
So is the chief. She went somewhere, wore something, each time reminding herself that it was time to run into the pharmacy and buy a couple of kilograms of Persen or something from nerves. She is 30, and the nerves are no longer to hell. How else? With such and such a chef!
Sometimes, instead of a fairy tale, a moment from the favorite movie “Office Romance” was recalled. And then I wanted to take a pen, a sheet of paper and write a statement exactly like this: “I ask you to dismiss me from my post due to the fact that my director is a tyrant.” Proudly put the director on the table, see his elongated face and slam the door.
Construction
But you can’t. At home, construction is in full swing, winter is approaching, and heating has not yet been established. The new kitchen tempts: “Well, give me a pretty wallpaper!” or “How weird I would look with new furniture!”
And so I want to finish it as soon as possible, so that on long winter evenings you can drink tea with bagels or milk with pancakes here. And for this you need to work. Work in order to earn more, in order to buy all the most beautiful, albeit not the most expensive, for your nest.
During the “director’s crisis,” only memories of the construction site did not allow the dream of a statement from the “Office Romance” to come true. I endured, forgetting to buy a kilogram of persen at the pharmacy. I drank tea with mint. But all the same, all the same … Nerves to hell.
17-00. The workday is over. You have to fly. Run. The building materials store has not yet closed. I need to buy a spatula, screws and something else – I forgot. The husband writes on a piece of paper, she buys.
So divided: the husband is saving up for a new car, and she is building a kitchen. Helps parents. Not even to my parents, but to my mother. She knows that a spacious, cozy kitchen equipped with normal household appliances is an eternal mother’s dream. Therefore, I tried as soon as possible. To make my mother’s dream come true before the New Year. Or even earlier.
I made it in time, bought it, on the way to the supermarket I dropped by – took frozen cutlets. I remember that a year ago I just loved to stand at the stove and cook dinner for the whole family. And now…
Semi-finished cutlets, dumplings, fish sticks are eternal guests in the freezer. No time to stand at the stove and waste precious time. I threw the cutlets into the frying pan, and at this time, you can help my husband at the construction site.
“Smart enamel”
Phew … Evening. The day flew by like an instant. She sat down. She looked at her nails. “Clever enamel” lay lonely in a cosmetic bag. Nearby was sea salt in a bag. I set out to heal my nails. I bought and set everything. Let it stand. Until better times.
Then he will sit in the new kitchen, warm and comfortable. He will smear his nails with “Clever enamel”, before that he will make a bath with sea salt. In a couple of weeks, the marigolds will become like a picture. Not like now – as if she was scratching concrete with them. But there is no time, no time. All later.
Dreams Come True!
There was no suspicion. I got so wrapped up that all the days got messed up. I just somehow found myself eating cucumbers from a barrel. I went to the cellar to get some tomatoes, and there I smelled with my nose, went to the smell and found pickles. She pounced so that the cucumber juice flowed to the elbows.
I thought over there, over the barrel. I counted, counted something in my mind. Even on the toes of the beginning. She chewed cucumbers. I went into the house. She lay down on the bed and thought about it. Having a child has been a dream for several years.
Visits to doctors, tests, treatment. And then it started: this construction site, this work. It was not up to that. Or maybe it’s just a hunger for sour cucumbers? She always loved them, even just like that. On that and calmed down. But then I decided to play it safe – I bought a test.
Four months later, she and her mother were sitting in the kitchen and drinking tea. The TV hummed softly, and even quieter was the new automatic washing machine. The tea was bought expensive, fragrant. It was called “A Sip of Luck”. They drank in silence, but it was such a cozy, such calm silence of people who felt good.
Mom glanced at the floor, then at the sconce above the table. Then the daughter with a noticeably rounded belly. Who finally ceased to resemble a hound and became just a woman.
A woman with a calm smile, a serene look, smooth movements and a quiet voice. Who suddenly noticed how the kitten had grown, how her hair had grown and that the New Year was on her nose.
Life is Beautiful!
And the woman with a noticeably rounded tummy sat and thought: “I did everything in time. Good. It turned out to be a wonderful kitchen. I have a wonderful husband, and his hands are golden. Wonderful my mom. Our kitten is wonderful. And … oh well, there, and my boss is wonderful: he increased his salary, became affectionate and fluffy.
The whole world is wonderful, and I am wonderful in it. May all people be happy. ” And other, other, sweet-stupid things she thought. I loved the whole world and myself in it … what is needed for happiness?
Dear readers, what do you think you need to be happy? Share your happiness in the comments to the article “What you need to be happy: a very short story”. 😉 Thank you!