I am leaving to go out of town today - just for one night - work related.
My husband calls it 'my vacation'! Aka, I am gone and he has to handle horses, dogs and cats all by himself for the evening and again in the morning!
It's sad that living on a farm, this is what you resort to as a vacation - a evening eating banquet food, with no alochol served, for an awards dinner. Then you sleep in a nasty Comfot Inn, get up in the morning and drive 2.5 hours to get back to work.
I think I'll trade him; he can have the 'vacation'!