I knew Hubby would want to start home a day early (we always do), and I was okay with stopping halfway again at the same state park where we stayed on the way to Florida. I was wary, though, because I know him well, and I knew that when we got on the road he would start suggesting that we just go the whole way home, effectively cutting our vacation a day short (we always do). I was prepared to argue that we shouldn't tire ourselves out with a long drive, that we had groceries for tonight, that we didn't really get a chance to explore the park very much when we were there Saturday, that it would make the drive home tomorrow much more bearable, yada yada yada yada yada.
I was prepared for whenever he brought it up.
It all went to hell, though, when we stood outside our motorhome this morning, gazing into the creek, and I blurted out, "What do you think about just going all the way home today?"
It is good to be home. And now he can play in a golf tournament that he was going to have to miss tomorrow morning. Don't tell ME about ulterior motives.......