wait a second

My husband and I love to stay in hotels with our children. Man, there is nothing like it.

The clean sheets, the fresh towels, someone who vacuums for us and takes out the trash. The tiny mints, the mini bottles of shampoo. I love it. All of it.

From the free breakfast in the morning to the unlimited rides on the elevator. Swimming in the pool someone forgot to turn the heat up in and eating dinner from vending machines. Searching floor after floor to find the ice machine and repeatedly getting new electronic keys made after the old ones stop working or get chewed on by babies.

Ah yes, I really do love staying in hotels with our children. I adore coming up with creative places for all six of us to sleep and locating spots to store our suitcases where they won't topple over near said sleeping spaces in the middle of the night. It's totally fun for me to figure out a place to keep our dirty laundry separate from our clean and to make sure I always have quarters for the laundry machines. There is absolutely nothing like hanging sheets and towels up so our children can't see each other during rest time or trying to flush the toilet quietly while the baby is sleeping in the closet.

I enjoy the challenge of finding a place to drape all of our wet, clean laundry since we don't have access to a dryer.



It's amazing to spend days on end in a tiny room that we are paying through the nose for while sleeping in beds only 50% as comfortable as ours at home. I get a kick out of constantly shushing our children so they don't disturb other guests. I love making sure we are up and attem by the time housekeeping comes so we don't miss our chance at dry towels and there is nothing like the sound of a heater that turns on and off at will in the middle of the night.

It's loads of fun to try to keep the children from displacing our drying laundry.



But by far my favorite thing about staying in hotels with children is the amazing chance it gives me and my husband to spend quality time together after the children go to bed. You know, when we must keep the tv off, turn the lights out and be absolutely quiet for hours and hours before we even get tired ourselves, so as not to wake our sleeping children.

Wait a second. Maybe I really don't like staying in hotels with our children.

It is time to go home yet?