We survived Wales
and we had a lovely time, thank you to those who wished me well
Very sweet of you.
Very surprised to find my thread still alive actually. 'To ring or not to ring' is obviously one of those funny, seemingly trivial subjects which for some can actually be the tip of an emotional 'ice-burg'.
I've been nodding and laughing along catching up on the posts. Want to agree with so much that's been said that i cant write it all down!
I can absolutely see why some posters are saying 'just ring her, FGS'. But it's just so loaded. If you haven't got the 'ice-burg' then there is no 'tip' and so it is indeed just a simple phone call, and there wouldn't be a problem.
lequeen you've hit the nail on the head allot here. As have others.
2 things jump out for me to say -
firstly, yes, my eldest drives, and yes i worry about her. BUT i really don't want to burden her with my (mostly unfounded) worries. Plus, i find that getting into a routine of contacting to say you're safe actually breeds worry.
Quick examle: Before we lived together it was romantic for DH and i to text each other when we woke up, and he would also text me again when he had a few moments as he arrived at work. etc, etc. Once we lived together he would still text me as he got to work. (45 min drive) Well it came to pass that it became such a concrete routine that i started to become twitchy if he was late texting. Then the day his phone played up and wouldn't send or receive calls or texts i spent a morning seriously worried sick he'd been in an accident. Ridiculous and unnecessary state of affairs.
We agreed on random texts only after that. Much much more sensible.
The other thing i wanted to say was, as other posters have mentioned, i honestly believe that the call to say we have arrived, the call to say what time we are leaving, etc, is more about being a way of making sure we are keeping her in mind than her really being worried about us. It sounds awful to say it - but it's true.
The thing about 'the less she approves of the trip the more grief you get' is dead true with me also. The first time DH and i got on - horror of decadent horrors A PLANE (4 years ago) - she caused the most temendous uproar while we were away, telling everyone she was dying, and getting a neighbour to drive her to A&E. She made me feel utterly dreadful when i called to say we were home, for leaving her 'at a time like this', and brought the mood down as low as it could go. It turned out though - after me probing at length later about the outcome - that it had been a mild case of cystitis, cured within 24 hours by a few classes of Cysteme.
sigh 