You know what the best part of going on a mini-vacation with your spouse is? And by mini, I’m talkin’ a few days away from the home front … without the offspring.
Is it the no housework, no lunches to make, dinners to cook, laundry to put away? Is it the uninterrupted shower and knowing that you can stay in there as long as you want? Is it the dinners out … the lobster, the filet, the whatever you want with the ability to truly savor rather than scarf? Or is it the sleep where, like the shower, you can do so as long as you want? Or is it the sex – which again, like the shower, you can partake in uninterrupted and for as long as you want? It might even be the conversation – the adult conversation that has a beginning, a middle and an end?
For me, while all those things were fabulous this last week (yes, I was gone from home for six whole nights), none of those things were nor are the best. For me, the best part is when the plane lands, and my husband and I drive as fast as we possibly can, and then we get home and my children yell, “Mommy” and jump into my arms for the world’s biggest hug.
That, for me, is the best part; the part when I reach home. Just wanted to share. Have a great day everyone.