We spent last week in Gaylord, MI.
Overall it was a good week and I’m happy we went. Being away from Andy for the whole week and imagining him there by himself all week is just sad.
The girls and I appreciated getting away from the house since this winter has been so brutal. We mostly see the 4 walls of our living room day in and day out, so it was a good change of pace to see the inside of the hotel room instead.
Although sharing one room all day and all night for a week is for the birds!
I give Ma and Pa Ingalls a LOT of credit for having 3 children in that little log home. I don’t know how they had any subsequent children at all. Ha!
Gaylord was hit hard with snow on Friday night, so much so that I could barely see the road when I headed over to Applebee’s to pick up dinner ala Carside-To-Go.
Saturday morning we battled the weekend winter sports crowd in the hotel dining room and scarfed down a quick breakfast before packing everything up and hitting the road.
I-75 South has never looked so beautiful.
The farther south we drove, the better the weather became, and by lunch time I was nearly sweating from the sun shining on me. It was glorious!
We made it home mid-afternoon and I miraculously set about unpacking immediately. Before I knew it I had everything put away and laundry started.
The Rebecca Gould of even a year ago would have “unpacked” by grabbing things, as needed, one by one out of the suitcases for weeks on end.
Laundry wouldn’t have even been on my radar until someone was out of clean underwear.
I must say that being proactive is the way to go! It was incredibly satisfying to sit on the couch with a glass of chardonnay and a good magazine while the girls played with all the toys that suddenly seemed new again after a week-long absence.
I was also shocked at just how happy I was to be home. It’s like something inside me took a big sigh of relief and peace washed over me.
Familiar smells, comfy couch, home-cooked meal, my own bed.
I couldn’t have been happier with a royal spread.
My heart was full of joy at being in my humble little house.
Watching Netflix on the couch with Andy that night felt downright indulgent. Sleeping in our own room without the girls, even more so.
Waking up after sleeping better than ever in our own beds and coming up with a creative breakfast despite a barren fridge were awesome too.
I may think it would be nice not to have to clean or cook. To eat out often and lounge around in a hotel bed throughout the day.
But the routine of taking care of my family in my own home. Making the beds, changing the towels, and cooking dinner day in and day out brings more joy than I realized.
It’s good to be home :)