I am the google of my house!!

Yes! you read it right! I am the google of my house. I have to constantly search. Whether it is the misplaced wallet and keys of my husband, politically correct answers to the tricky questions of my kids, solution to a complex situation, reason of my kids' tantrums or the explanation of my husband's moodiness! I am always searching!!

In this male populated house, being the only female I am expected to be the search engine. My husband keeps forgetting the 'misplacing location' of his things. Be it his wallet, his keys, his documents, his ring, his mobile or his cheque book! you name it! And I am supposed to know the exact location of every misplaced thing and produce it magically. Though I do succeed most of the time , but it irritates me. I want to tell my hubby that, " please google your own things, I have a lot of my own googling to do!" But then I see my MIL searching every morning for my FIL's misplaced belongings, and I smile to myself and realize that "It runs in the male genes of the family!"

And then there is my elder one who actually thinks that his mother has got all the answers and she is the google!! (Ah! the naivety of childhood!) So to answer his endless questions ranging from extinct species to dwarf planets, I have to open my laptop and get google's help. Though now I have taught him how to google and get his own answers.

And then there is my younger one who wants me to search and produce chocolates for him all the time. Though I must say that he has inherited some of my googling abilities. He can sniff a chocolate from the corners of my purse and depths of my cupboard.

And then there's me! Constantly thinking and searching reasons for my complex emotions, my restlessness, my hard-to-crack-nuttiness! Finding meaning where none exists! searching answers to perplexing questions that are beyond human comprehension, beyond google search engine!! :)