Phew, seriously. The crazy making needs to stop. I worked so much in the last week, I nearly fell over from exhaustion. So when Andy and I realized that we both had 4 days off together, we jumped at the opportunity to skip town. I had a neice to meet, and some big decisions to make. Unfortunately for us, and for my brother, they live in a 900 sq ft house. So staying with them gets a little tricky now that there are 8 of us total. So we opted for a hotel.
Here’s the thing. Hotels, they’re overrated. Well at least the ones in my price range. So when we made our typical last minute decision, we frantically searched for hotel rooms. And let me tell you, searching for hotel rooms is My Worst Nightmare. We already take forever to make decisions. So just when we would decide on a hotel, and click the purchase button, lo and behold they have no rooms. So then I have to make my decision all over again. Gah. Grr. Dammit.
My beef with hotels: inevitably I get disappointed. The pillows suck, which they did. The room was WAY smaller than photographed, which it was. And after two days we still hadn’t gone in the pool, the pool being the whole reason we booked the room to begin with! Ok, well the real reason was the bar. I mean come on, it was Valentine’s day, our kids were asleep upstairs in the dumb hotel room, and our babysitter was with them (special thanks to iphone baby monitor app). My inner mantra was screaming, “why didn’t you just stay in the bad hotel for 40 bucks a night! At least you would have been sufficiently aware of you upcoming disappointment.” Then Andy reminded me that I was being even cheaper than him, and I calmed down. A little.
So. Valentine’s Day. We wanted a bar, so we could have a drink and celebrate the fact that we got engaged eight years earlier. We headed down to the hotel bar, which was really lame, got some overpriced beer, and as a side, a random guy tries a little too hard to make conversation with us. He says, “would you like to have a drink with me?” Aren’t we already having a drink with you? We astutely get the heck out of there and walk our lame selves over to 7-11 to get cheaper beer and, drumroll, hotdogs. Which we ate in bed. On the horrible pillows. While watching couples ice skating, the short program. To which I fell asleep, only to be awoken by andy, who was kindly trying to get me to get undressed for bed. ”I’m just too sleepy,” I say.
The next morning I promptly told Adalyn, We’re going swimming NOW. To which she cowered and cried.
Ok, just kidding. She looked at me expectantly, eyes alight, and said, “DID YOU BRING MY BABY SUIT!” Yes, my dear little one, as long as you promise to ALWAYS call it a baby suit.
