Vested

The May-end plan for an off did not pan out. 

What actually panned out was a mini-vacay plus trip to the hometown in June first week.  DH would have returned a bit early, and I would have stayed on for a couple of days. And then, work happens! Deadlines, the screaming witches of professional life, and crucial visits, inspections, reports....everyone wants to be here at work mid-June. Guess whose vacation sits precariously on the flip switch?

But here's the other thing that has happened. A thought that has been swimming lazily for a while has become more prominent now. I am planning to shift to my hometown with the kids, early next year. I intend to shift as soon as their school term ends here. There is a huge list of challenges that go with that decision, and I will take that up later. 

It is now firmly established that DH's business is not picking up, and he is in a professional deadlock of the stone wall kind. Maybe another post on that later. His day is more packed than before, and this week itself he has returned home at past 2200 hours twice.  

Gracy who has been on model behaviour recently, has again asked for a fortnight off in mid-June, and that too after we are back, which essentially means that Missy wants almost 20 days off in June. 

Somedays, I just want a life free from all this.

And there is Mr. M. M is far far behind what Figlia was at this age, in terms of writing. He has no interest in colouring even, something that Figlia was fond of, and which cleaned her grip pretty well. He has only one interest - vehicles of the wheel kind. He is also born with a driver's manual pasted to his tongue, coz he acts like an expert navigator when we are on the road. Anything and everything except holding a pen/pencil/crayon/brush.