In Which I Know I'm Being A Brat
But mother is being impossible. In the most loving and reasonable way, so I can't tell her she's being impossible.
Colleague P is getting married in Mexico and I'm going because, when am I going to get the excuse to go to Mexico again.
Unfortunately the wedding is in December. The other people going from Birmingham are going for the wedding then staying over Christmas. I'm going early then coming back after the wedding because I actually want to see my family over Christmas and I don't feel like paying stupid prices for flights.
Mother is freaking out because my plan involves spending a week in Mexico City on my own. Mum's problem isn't Mexico City, it's being alone for a week in a city where I do not speak the language. Which I don't, and I doubt Berlitz's 'Spanish in 30 Days' will fix that problem.
So far, so good.
Then Mother has a brainwave (cue crashing thunder and lightening).
I have relatives in Arizona. Why don't I go and visit them while I'm out there.
Last time I was on t'other side of the Atlantic I managed to visit the California branch of the family but that's because they only lived 1 hr away from where I was staying, on the way to something my friends were going to and I had lovely friends. This time, it's in a different country and a day each way because all the flights go via LAX. Also, I'd have to go through LAX. Which is no-one's idea of fun. (I have survived O'Hare but ...).
So I'm torn, because I like Cousin B and his wife and I know they'd be happy to see me, but do I really want to throw in another two days of travelling, an extra £600 on flights and I'm not sure where to fit them in in the holiday.
Thankfully I am off home this weekend so I can try to reassure my mother that hundreds of people go on holiday on their own and don't get murdered.
Colleague P is getting married in Mexico and I'm going because, when am I going to get the excuse to go to Mexico again.
Unfortunately the wedding is in December. The other people going from Birmingham are going for the wedding then staying over Christmas. I'm going early then coming back after the wedding because I actually want to see my family over Christmas and I don't feel like paying stupid prices for flights.
Mother is freaking out because my plan involves spending a week in Mexico City on my own. Mum's problem isn't Mexico City, it's being alone for a week in a city where I do not speak the language. Which I don't, and I doubt Berlitz's 'Spanish in 30 Days' will fix that problem.
So far, so good.
Then Mother has a brainwave (cue crashing thunder and lightening).
I have relatives in Arizona. Why don't I go and visit them while I'm out there.
Last time I was on t'other side of the Atlantic I managed to visit the California branch of the family but that's because they only lived 1 hr away from where I was staying, on the way to something my friends were going to and I had lovely friends. This time, it's in a different country and a day each way because all the flights go via LAX. Also, I'd have to go through LAX. Which is no-one's idea of fun. (I have survived O'Hare but ...).
So I'm torn, because I like Cousin B and his wife and I know they'd be happy to see me, but do I really want to throw in another two days of travelling, an extra £600 on flights and I'm not sure where to fit them in in the holiday.
Thankfully I am off home this weekend so I can try to reassure my mother that hundreds of people go on holiday on their own and don't get murdered.