The fine balance

 

As we turned around from Quran Roundabout a third time, I was nearly exploding.

First it was K's unanswering of phone calls! And now finding the route. That reminds me I have to jot down, all the ways.

That done, poor F went to the watchman and got him to tell us the way.

Then I went for Jumaa, and we bought food from local Sar. By the time K came back and then they went to Burdubai. It was real late by the time they came back. The kids had a whale of a time. Me too. Just eating and chilling out.

Then we went to R's home. 4 something preggie, but she's blotched out with excess water content. Looks so scary.

Then started the next marathon. We couldnt find our way back to R's home and we had such a tough time with the kids. We wasted a royal 1 hour on the roads. Then off to R's home...puri and fries and then off to N's home and idiappam and mutts.

Back at 10.45...I was so sleepy, he couldnt keep his eyes open. We had to stop at so many place's and sleep. I was petrified and had the living daylights scared out of me. Every wakeful non drowsy minute was spend in a prayer.

We reached home safe and sound only by 2.15. Alhamdulillah, for your grace God.

I was down with fever and all. Poor girl.

But cant help saying this, I really felt happy doing this trip. Though, we always face a lot of technical issues driving to so many places, at the end of it, it all seems worthwhile! Always. Every single time.