Hubby went to Canada for fish; our kiddos went to Michigan for a music festival with friends. I stayed home. When not catering to every whim of his royal highness, Duke, I could do what I wanted, when I wanted, if I wanted. We had a stay-cation!
I had been looking forward to it for several weeks. All the possibilities floated around in my head about what I might do. Hubby, bless his heart, helped me clean house the day before he left; he knows a clean house makes me happy. Besides, I shouldn’t have to work while everyone else played.
What does one do on a staycation? Well, first let me tell you what one does not do on a staycation:
- compile a list of possible activities ruining one’s sense of spontaneity.
- make appointments – unless it is lunch out with girlfriends (then twice).
- feel the least inclination to do paperwork or use electric appliances like the washer, dryer, iron or dishwasher. (All of that was attended to the week before!)
- get up at the same time each day, or wear their jammies for same amount of time afterward before reluctantly showering and dressing.
- wait until dark to put one’s jammies on to curl up with royalty and binge watch [MI-5].
- answer the phone when knowing the caller wants to follow-up on something they want from me (one is on vacation!)
What does one do?
- eats low-calorie frozen foods that are quick to prepare, serve on paper plates, and clean up.
- hopes one will lose a few pounds, and so orders a dress online – yes, a dress!
- declutters more items to take to the consignment and charity shops.
- finishes one audiobook and starts an actual book.
- scraps, and naps, and scraps some more.
- catches up on podcasts – but not on the treadmill at the gym.
- treats oneself to a box of chocolate covered cherries – because Duke isn’t the only one who likes a treat. (One wishes on Day Three she’d gotten a bigger box!)
- putters around with boring old blog post drafts, deciding to finish one and delete many.
- flips through the stacks and stacks of magazines that have accumulated over two years, boxes them, recycles them. (One snaps a picture so she can cross that off her photo scavenger hunt list.)
- spends a smidge of time on Facebook, but one mostly leaves the computer off.
- scraps so much that one must purge an overflowing scrap bin and toss the 1.5 pounds of paper bits into the recycle bin.
- straightens up the studio enough to make a list of projects pending. (Yes, one does eventually succumb to order and method. Hercule Poirot would be proud.)
- revels in the change of pace. One loves a little royal treatment staycation!
Oh yes, and one eventually misses one’s family – just not on Day One!