The Big Man and I just got back from a weekend trip with friends. We had a wonderful time, and the experience reminded me of several of Life’s True Rules:
Even a weekend away from home and routine is plenty for a proper vacation.
As much as I love my children, it’s restoring to have a break.
A vacation is more relaxing if we don’t rush back at the last possible minute. We arrived home Sunday night, and I felt crazed—jumping into the bedtime routine, dealing with the mail, answering my emails, picking up phone messages, unpacking. With longer vacations, we build in a cushion of re-entry time, but that didn’t seem necessary with such a short trip. Big mistake.
It’s wonderful to go, but it’s even better to return. East or west, home is best. An embarrassingly banal sentiment—but true.