When i travel....i just about drive everyone mad.

I survived the weekend, it was not as bad as i thought it would be. At least am alive to blog about it! Looking forward to Goa now.

Not looking forward to leave V and TB and go off for 4 days. Will miss them terribly when i am trying to have fun.

Also the fact that i have to plan and do a zillion things including V's clothes to wear for the next three days to school, plan the menu and discuss it with valiamma till she tells me to shut up, pre cook some stuff for the family and stuff them in the fridge, tell valiamma again, and again, to sort clothes by colour before she decides to wash them, tell TB to set the washing mode before he leaves, tell valiamma and V " never to open the door if you don't know who is calling" till they fall over and pretend deaf, remind them make sure the house phone is charged , so i can reach them, and to top it all, call six hours from Goa to make sure they are fine and have put the right seasoning in the right curry as per the day's menu.

Last time around when i travelled , valiamma finally told me to stop calling and get on with life! TB told me i am paranoid( just to put things in perspective, these were overseas calls- the pocket is still burning!). So this trip, i shall try and be reasonable and not call every six hours to check what i have already told them just about hundred times- i will T.R.Y

Oh , did i also mention i have told TB to be home early on these days? - reminded him just about every day for the last three weeks. There is a reason he's not run away? I'm just wondering! Has to be love!