This is what pampering looks like.
It looks like being met at the airport with a great big giant hug and a loving tolerance of your inclination to walk into walls when you're heavily dosed with Xanax. (I also walk into walls when I'm not dosed with Xanax, but we don't need to mention that.)
It looks like being cozily tucked into bed under a downy, huggy comforter to sleep it off.
It looks like being whisked away to a gorgeous resort at the base of the Golden Gate Bridge. A room with a stunning view of the city and its bridge and its bay, a cozy gas fireplace, and little thoughtful gifts that make a woman's heart sing.
And golf carts. They had golf carts, and they'd drive you places in them. That was kinda cool.
It looks trips to museums and gardens and sips of tea, movie dates and dinner dates, and a snuggle in front of the TV.
It looks kinda awesome, is what it looks like. I don't get many days off - the single parent lifestyle is a wee bit constrained. But when I do, well, it's really lovely to have someone to share them with, and who will spoil me rotten while he does.