I remember when I used to have good ideas. It really did used to happen, but it’s been a while (measured in years now). Recently, I thought it would be marvelous to stay in a fun hotel while our house was packed up for our long-awaited move to the Northwest. This kids could play and we could have some good family bonding time. Well, both of those things happened this week, but not entirely the way I envisioned. Here are a few highlights/observations:
- Pushing the button on the elevator is, in fact, the most important task any of us will ever perform. I learned this because I watched my four little people fight over that little button as if pushing it would end the school year or cause it to rain Go-Gurts.
- I’m gonna need a pediatrician to explain how kids can so freely transition from the hot tub to the ice-cold pool without the slightest shiver or slow-down. It doesn’t work that way for us old people. And I’m pretty sure my efforts to keep up with them knocked a few months off my life.
- So I saw ALL of my kids slip & fall down while running next to the pool, and 3 of the times it happened directly in front of the sign that says “NO RUNNING.” There must be something really wrong with me, because this was kinda satisfying. If only our kids could immediately see the results of their huge mistakes – like when they don’t brush their teeth for a week or date convicted felons.
- The breakfast buffet was fun, but I had to explain to my petite 5 year-old-princess that she had to eat something other than just a plate-full sausage. And we all learned that sugar-free syrup tastes exactly the way you’d expect it to taste.
- The most memorable moments happened pretty much all night on Sunday. This was when 3 of the 4 kids . . . got sick. At 3 in the morning I called the front desk to report the . . . uh . . . mess, the guy who answered quickly asked if I needed a wake-up call. I told he, “Thanks, but I’m already awake.” He didn’t laugh. Then I got to ask him how to “clean things up.” He, being a guy, told me that the housekeepers didn’t come in until 7 and to, and I’m not making this up, “COVER IT WITH A TOWEL.” Of course, being a guy, that’s exactly what I did. The Mrs. HTF was unimpressed.
Anyway, it was a memorable time, and I guess the point is to make memories, however hard they are to clean up. And sometimes those memories are better off covered up with a hotel towel.