For most of our married life we have gone camping on Easter weekend. It's become a bit of a tradition. This year we really probably shouldn't have gone ... with finances, obligations and all. But mentally it was so necessary it wasn't even funny. The choice was pretty much down to getting away for a few days or checking into a mental institution.
Honestly I don't think the weekend could have gone much better. We spent a ton of time together. We laughed, we joked, we just chilled. It was wonderful.
Yes, there was the situation where we thought the dog had found some mouse poison. But, the vet thinks she probably pinched a nerve in her back and after what essentially boils down to a VERY expensive bottle of Doggie Advil, she's 100% again and that's what matters the most.
After such a great weekend I feel refreshed again and ready to take on the world.