My sons, daughter and I have been at the beach for the past week and a half. This is the fourth year that I've rented a beach house for a month. I grew up always wishing to live at the beach during the summers, from when school got out in June until Labor Day, but my parents never even took me to the beach. As my 50th birthday approached, I told my husband I wanted to rent a house for a month. He sarcastically retorted "yeah right". I heard the 'yeah' and went with it. We almost divorced that year.
After he saw how much the boys enjoyed it, he told me to rent the house again the following year, so it's now become a yearly event. He hardly comes down during our month, which I have to admit is a nice break for me!
He will call and ask, "what did you do today". And it's always the same answer. "We went to the beach, came back to the house, showered and had dinner."