Hanging around the house never felt so good.

This is one of the best vacations I’ve had in a long time, and I haven’t even left the house.

In an attempt to finally have a few days together with my husband (thanks to shift work, it’s not always possible), we took off nearly a whole week from our respective jobs. From Wednesday through Sunday, it was just me and Hubby and Oscar the pug, and it was absolutely wonderful.

We’ve lain in bed until late in the mornings, baked and cooked and cleaned, watched episodes of our favorite TV shows, ate takeout, read, played epic games of fetch with the dog, and generally did all of the things we never have time for on a normal week. For the first time in a long while, I feel rested, relaxed, and even a smidge productive.

As I told Hubby, I feel like these past few days have forced me to live in slow motion. I must confess, I’m a fan. I was still getting things done and enjoying myself, but I had taken away the deadlines and the clockwatching and list-making that typically accompany me on my days off, going instead at my own glacial pace. I know it won’t be long before I’m ready to jump back into work and projects, but for now, I’m enjoying the sweet slow ride.

“Happy Staycation,” my husband said to me at the end of each blissful day off.

Happy Staycation, indeed.

Article © 2009 by Molly E. Weeks