Okay, admitting it. I have been chillin'. I am seriously excited about Stay-cations. They are just bomb as my kids would say. I spent the last week on vacation - but here in Minneapolis.
First you get to sleep as late as you want - hello! in your own bed! With real live Egyptian cotton sheets, a cotton blanket and a cotton spread. With a fan. Not a hotel behemouth bed with questionable pillows, not grandma's twin beds, not on your son's futon, nope...your own bed.
Next, when you get up, you don't have to forage for coffee that suits you. Personally, I stay in bed until Lee says, "Cafe, mi amore." (Because he has made it with amazing French Roast Espresso in the little Italian espresso pot on the stove.) Then I know it is ready for me, sitting on the coffee table in the Living Room.
Next, you get to shower in your own shower, not in a place where you have to figure out how hot and how cold and the pressure of the showerhead. You also have your own delicious towels and robe nearby and your Hauschka Lemon Oil to slather all over your body.
Next, you never have to worry that you didn't bring the right clothing. Because you are at home, you have access to your entire closet. So, just in case you get invited to the croquet game at the last minute, you can scour your closet for white linen and come up with something. Easy breezy. But, not necessarily if you were traveling with a small suitcase.
You can go to your own massage therapist, accupuncturist, manucurist and pedicurist without having any worries that they may not be good.
You can spend time with family and friends and stil feel like there is plenty of time for you.
You can eat in or out and not worry that it is going to be a waste of money or bad meal because you will go where you love to go (Lucia's, the Wedge) and it will be comfortably familiar and without stress.
I'm all about this.