I decided to travel back to my mother’s for the week leading up to Easter. I’m not a very good son but every now and then I surprise my mum with a visit. I had originally planned to go for the weekend, but coming earlier seemed like more of a surprise; Good Friday would’ve been a little too obvious. I arrived at my mother’s house late on the Monday night; unfortunately no one was home. I stalked the house for several hours before making the call that would potentially ruin my plan. After a strange coded exchange the truth was revealed: my mum was out the front of my apartment awaiting my return. She had made the same cross country journey in the opposite direction. I asked her why she hadn’t waited until the Easter break; she explained the same warped logic that had influenced my itinerary.