A catch, a hook and a blackmail

Monday mornings always has a different feel to it. For one thing, sleep descends very heavily on all of us. Raks buries her head under the pillows pretty much like a groundhog while my husband sleeps on.. with zen like peaceful expression. Lucky guy, he never has monday blues. Raks and I are the only victims.

"Why should I get up now? No it's not monday, it's still sunday..."

Hoping against hope that my daughter is not delusional, I pull her out of the pillows with sweet words and cheery good m...