When you are so pissed at your significant other that you do everything you can to ignore them for a week or longer, but you are too damn lazy to leave or move out. (It's like a twenty four hour ice, but longer.)
After working all damn day and doing the dishes after dinner, my lazy-ass old woman bitched at me for not cleaning the fucking spoon rest. So I took a week long relation staycation. I fucking hate moving.
A vacation that is spent at one's home enjoying all that home and one's home environshave to offer.
Even though I live and work in New York, I don't always get to enjoy all it has to offer, what with my work commitments, but I sure did have an awesome time here during my spring staycation.
A reprieve from daily activities of work and chores; taking personal time for more important pieces of life... such as anal sex, the rusty trombone, and rewarding your significant other for getting you flowers with ridiculous sexual favors.
Thanks for sending those flowers to work to show people I am loved, lets take a staycation so you can tear my ass apart.
This Friday was my last day of work before my staycation, so I stopped by Walgreen's to buy a 12 pack of personallubricant.
When the boss goes on vacation, or for some other reason is out of the office and the employees that stay behind get a vacation from petty micro-managing.
Man 1: What's up? Ain't seen you around the plant much lately.
Man 2: And you won't either. I've undergone a lifestyle upgrade. My dial set to chill and froze in that position. I'm ridin' the stationary wave of a permanent staycation.
Man 2's wife (under her breath): Uh huh. Only wave that fool's likely to ride is when I wave his lazy, unemployed ass goodbye.