We took the kids to Goa for a couple of days last week. Like always, we pressed the intrepid traveller in our four-going-on-forty into good behaviour with many threats of the Goa trip being cancelled if
- he did come out from under the dining table right this minute and start eating his breakfast
- he did not stop throwing all cushions from the couch on the floor and proceed to jump on them with his shoes on
- he did not stop fiddling with the water dispenser/my iPad/iPhone/computer/
dishwasher etc right this instant
It worked. Some of the time.
Goa was wonderful like it always is and only it can be. But more importantly, this time we were able to have a holiday and did not feel upon our return that we needed another holiday to get over this one. Part of it had to with the fact that we went with friends, also with two kids in tow and the little people did a remarkable job of keeping each other busy, discussing Ben10 and Tom and Jerry and other elements of under-five popular culture. We were so encouraged by this behaviour that other than the beach and the pool, we also took them out into the city and I finally managed to see the famous St. Francis of Assisi church. We got rained out though and despite making a mad dash from the car to the church, the kids took a spot of the water. Adi insisted that every drop be wiped off. Most fastidious.
There were attempts made to eat out at restaurants. Most of them did not end very well. Cutlery was played with, glasses of water were demanded and spilled, exotic-looking food like kiwi-tarts were ordered but not eaten and I normally ended up thinking longingly how a couple of cocktails would hit the sweet spot. In fact, given that I have recently watched the four seasons of Mad Men, I had quite a hankering for Old-Fashioned. Strangely though, I couldn't get one. Must sort that out in Bombay.
I have decided to not fight the food battle with Adi because there is absolutely no way I can win and we need to pick our battles from the rather vast array of options provided. Ragini is different though. Probably because she has been left to her devices a lot more than the firstborn, she can eat on her own and does so very well. On this trip, she demanded mangoes and watermelon and cheese omelettes and fed herself and the furniture really well.
I walked along the shore and felt at peace and later my feet looked like they had had an expensive pedicure. I have to buy a house on the beach in Goa. How wonderful it would be to have something like Diane Keaton's house in Something's Gotta Give, all noisy ocean and windy, blue skies. I'd need a dog though.
The maid situation continues to be dicey. This is also why I have not managed to blog much lately. I don't even know if anyone comes around to even check on this blog anymore. The updates have been so infrequent of late.