A vacation that is spent at one’s home enjoying all that home and one’s home environs have to offer.
Tonight is the last night of vacation – this one, anyway. For various reasons, I decided to make this time off a staycation. Usually when I take time off, I’m on the road – to the farm, to Montreat, to . . . somewhere other than home. I love vacations. I love to go – almost anywhere.
This time, however, it just seemed right to stay put with the kids. For the three weeks prior to my time off, I was missing a kid. Anna spent one week at the beach with a friend. The day after she returned, Mia left for almost two weeks with my parents in Florida, welcoming our newest (very handsome) family member. Three weeks is a long time to have your chicks scattered!
Of course, I live in a destination spot. People leave their homes to come here for vacation. Why leave, right? So this week, we’ve slept a little later. (Yes, even the kids.) We had two rainy, stay-at-home days and three beach days. (Only two sunburned noses!) We saw two movies – Madagascar 3 and Brave. (Yes, again. I really do love that movie. Plus, my friend Cathy wanted to see it and no one should have to go to a movie alone.) We had three 100+ degree temperature days. (And three 110-122 degree heat index days.) There were three play-outside-until-dark-drives-you-in evenings, one bloody nose, two very hot runs, and quite a few hours of watching Olympic trials. We had several meals (and one ice cream outing) with Cathy. I read one book. (And I’m well into a second.) Today, instead of leading worship myself, I visited a church with almost legendary status in town. (Nice to experience a change, but I’ll take PCPC any day!)
Monday morning is right around the corner. It will be time to get my head in the game again. I think I’ll be ready . . . although there’s a lot to be said for lazy days in summer.