There is No I in We

"I need some time away."

This is how I viewed my quest for some time off.

"We'll take some time this summer."

This is how my husband viewed my quest. Somehow he could not seem to grasp that I wanted time alone. Never mind that he has been known to take off alone for the occasional hunting or fishing trip. Apparently that's different.

Not that I minded his tagging along. I love him and we get along well. (Good thing, since we're married!) My problem had to do more with the fact that I viewed this little vacation as a time of rest and relaxtion.

But I'm married to Indiana Jones.

Indiana doesn't take vacations. He goes on adventures. Since life with him is an adventure, I wanted a real, honest to goodness vacation. I wanted a somewhat luxurious hotel room and maid service.

His idea of getting away is camping in a tent or staying in a somewhat spartan cabin.

I wanted to sit in the sunshine (alternating with the air conditioning) and enjoy the quiet.

His idea of quiet is spending hours in a tree stand.

I like sitting in a comfortable spot and people watching. He almost canceled our whole week of vacation because he was going to get an opportunity to use his chainsaw.

He finally got the idea that this getaway was not negotiable. When he agreed to it, I rhapsodized about how relaxing it would be to simply eat, read and sleep. He muttered a comment about what was he supposed to do, and I smiled sweetly while reminding him he didn't have to come at all.

He finally agreed to the vacation I wanted, but I could tell he still didn't get it.

Even after arriving at our destination--

--it took about twenty-four hours for him to settle into a real vacation mode.

How's that for a sweet little vacation spot?