In my twelve years as wife to an introverted husband, there is one fundamental truth that I have learned… one of the best gifts I can give my Man is time away from me. I admit it, living with three [loud, extroverted, energetic, high-maintenance] women is not for the faint of heart. And pretty soon there will be four of us!
Husband works hard, and was severely overdue for a vacation– I was delighted to bless him with a quick weekend getaway this year for his birthday. A family vacation wasn’t in the budget, as we are hoarding both our vacation time and extra funds for our upcoming journey to China to bring home New Sister; so I conspired, instead, to send him away for a quick adventure with two of his oldest buddies. Lest you cry “Unfair!” on my behalf (you would do that for me, wouldn’t you?), let’s not forget how I was equally blessed by my own windfall trip to NYC this past fall.
These three gents have been loyal comrades since grade school. I find their lasting friendship to be a true testament of their character, having remained close for so many years despite living several states away and holding varying world views.
The last time they got together was 4 years ago, when they met up in Florida where one was attending law school. This year my husband flew from Montana to Washington, D.C. (*more about this later) where one of them currently resides, and the other flew in from North Carolina. They spent their whirlwind weekend touring our nation’s Capitol, museums and monuments, partaking of unique, international cuisine, (pictured is Injera, a traditional Ethiopian meal), and doing whatever other manly things that menfolk do when females are scarce.
After dropping Daddy off at the airport Thursday, the girls and I determined that our weekend would be loosely structured as follows: Friday we would Rest, Saturday we would Play, and Sunday we would prepare for Daddy’s return [Clean]. Each day was actually filled with all three, and we had a splendid time together. We participated in a four mile adoption fundraiser bike ride with friends, indulged in our favorite girly treats, made it to church before the pastor began his message, and rode the airport escalator- THE ONLY ESCALATOR in our entire town.
Husband reports he had a great time with his great friends (*despite the four hour flight delay resulting in a missed connection and zero sleep Thursday night– don’t ever route flights through Minneapolis), and returned home refreshed and happy to see his girls. We plan to make these Man-cations a more regular occurrence.
Perhaps some day we’ll have another male in our household, but for now our home abounds with estrogen– and sometimes we must permit Daddy a breather.