My husband was on vacation last week. Here’s a recap of what we did.
Nothing. What I mean is we didn’t go anywhere. He’s a truck driver, he’s on the go five days out of seven; why would he want to go anywhere? We didn’t even visit relatives on the weekend.
We stayed home. Binge-watched our new favorite show on Netflix, “Sherlock.” Looked up videos on You Tube. Took naps.
Actually we did go places a few times. The store (I spend less money when he’s not with me). Lunch out at Panera; nice to have something on a plate with real silverware. We had dinner out with some friends one night; good barbeque. Went to the library once; he could spend all day in there.
I’ve heard people say–and I’ve said it too–that they need a vacation to get over being on vacation. In this case, it was sweet to do nothing.