I spent my Saturday with my mum; I swear that she acts totally older than what she really is… and although I believe that with getting older you do forget that my mum is making it seem worse that what it is.

I spoke to my uncle the other day about mum heading off to see them for Ramadan and Eid; he was totally ok with it and told me that my cousin was coming over from Qatar so it’s going to be a full house (he has 5 kids and my uncle has 4)! I had told mum that I would be looking at tickets this week and making sure that it was an open ticket (as per her request) so she could come and go as she pleased.

Imagine my frustration when my mum says “is work ok with you going on holiday for maybe a long time?”

I sat there thinking ‘what the?????’ and asked her what on earth she was talking about; she explained how it was going to be really nice the 2 of us heading off on holiday again together…

“Um, mum – I’m not going… remember? I said that I was spending Eid here and that Mr A and I were going to go to the mosque all together; the 3 of us – but that since you don’t want to come with him there you thought it was better for you to go on holidays? So I said I’d organize it all? Remember how you said you wanted an open ticket”

Mum: so you’re not coming with me? Why?

Me: no mum – you know this already….

Mum: oh… ok then – so when do I go?

Sheesh!