Last night, right around 9:30 I officially lost my mind yelling out into the night of this hotel room things like,
"Everyone owes me $100 for keeping me awake!" and
"If I hear anyone jumping on the beds, I will officially take you out." and
"For the love of all that is good and holy, if you don't whisper I will
put you on time out for the entire summer!"
Scott was doing a wedding rehearsal for one of our former youth kids
and I was in charge of all the hotel room madness that comes into play with travel.
Hotel rooms take away all of your bargaining chips.
You can no longer seperate the children unless you ban one to the tiny bathroom to play with their batman characters in the sink.
Where can the children go on time out? Under the lilliputian desk in the corner?
Every corner of space is spoken for.
You can't take away tv or you take away your own sanity and the children
take to entertaining themselves by filling up all the flimsy plastic cups they
can find at the mini bar.
When Scott came back to the room I told him, just in case he was wondering,
I would never have made it as a Native American in a teepee.
"Where could you have made the children take a time out...in which part of that
Can you imagine every night of your life sleeping in a rawhide room with all your children....that is why they went for such long rides out on the plains I am sure...because of the thought of what night time held for them back in the teepee.
But I digress. The only redeeming factor is the maid service.
For this I am thankful...if my children are going to drive me totally nuts
at least someone else makes the beds.
Say a strong prayer with me in mind....only two more nights to go.