By the end of this month, we plan to visit Kerala for a friend's wedding and a family function. Both will happen on a weekend and we'll be spanning 3 districts. The point is, my closest friend is in Kerala now and I've been waiting to meet her. So I thought, maybe, I'd extend my stay, have loads of back-to-college kinda fun, while Mylo can return, well - to his work.
Last night, my parents called. Mom suggested I extend my stay (I'm waiting to be mom, so I can read my kids' minds), and I responded wondering about the dates, when the tummy-satiated, until-then-inactive Mylo, sprang from the sofa. Archimedes was then defeated. "Oh, you wanna stay back?" (trying hard to hide excitement) "it's OK, you can stay for a week and I'll come and pick you up that following weekend."
Whoever spoke about a WEEK???
And it had become HIS idea too.
Me: "Hmmmm... I don't think so. I have some work and we're just getting back to a routine, so...."
Mylo: "Oh comeon! Don't you want to meet S? You should spend time with her"
My imagination of my absence:
- Booze in the bedroom
- Dirty dining table
- Spoils of the visible attempts at cooking
- Piled unwashed clothes
- Fan running in an empty house
- Tap running in an empty house
- Scattered newspapers
- Tea cups rings on the furniture
- Refrigerator museum
- Not missing me - sigh!
Wasn't all that housekeeping?? Oh God! Have I become his trail? When I was single, I specifically remember not helping mom, then how did I get so good at it? Who am I?
Now that he wants it, should I give it to him?
Well, I want to spend time with S, so I guess I'll extend my stay. Gods of sanitary sanity, all I can say is, I've updated your calendars.