Of Husbands and Travel Plans

(Day 78 of 112)

I learnt an important lesson today. Never ever, ever, discuss travel plans with the Fellow, especially if he’s not at hand to book tickets, carry my luggage, buy me junk food in the train or be there to wake me up at the ungodly hour at which the station arrives.

And how did I learn this lesson? The hard way of course – by doing exactly what I shouldn’t have. I discussed my travel plans with the Fellow. And oh how I wish I hadn’t done it now. My unthinking and well intentioned act of wanting to keep the Fellow involved and informed blew up in my face. Big time.

Not only did he veto everything I said, he insisted that he talk to his mum and then told her that everything she was saying was also now vetoed. He also extended his jurisdiction to his dad, whom he hadn’t even spoken to yet. Then he got back on the phone with me and told me my new travel plan. And when I refused (being the independent and strong woman that I am) the Fellow decided that the only way to get me to change my mind was to sulk like a three yr old. Now while this was very cute (and so misguided really) it didn’t work (duh). And so the Fellow had to resume talking.

So there we were. Standing on that proverbial square one, with the MIL telling me to ignore what the Fellow was telling me, and the Fellow telling me to ignore Ma. It was hilarious for a bit because there wasn’t anything the Fellow could really do, but he was trying so hard. I could almost hear him thinking what a stubborn mule his wife is!

And then it was frustrating because I hate travelling alone and having no one to talk to. I hate having to eat alone in the train with only a book for company because random strangers look at me like I’m the crazy lady from the land that reads. I hate having to worry about waking up in time. I hate having to manage my own bags because I know they’re going to be heavy.

But most of all I hate having to make all these stupid plans. Everyone around me has a different opinion on what I should do, how I should do it and when I should do it. It’s driving me crazy. Not only do I have to be all responsible and grown up (damn), all this thinking and planning is just too much for my holidaying and relaxed, almost semi-comatose brain.