Holiday Hotel - Baby Steps in High Heels

Monday, January 5, 2015

Holiday Hotel

I travel for work. A lot.

I stay in hotels. A lot.

I have a system. A routine. MY way of doing things.

MY way of doing things includes an entire disinfecting regimen, certain things that are never used or touched, and a lot of pretending that certain things like germs or previous occupants do not exist.

Y’all, I’ve been doing this for over a decade. It’s a whole survival thing for me.

So, you can imagine how my one night stay with the whole family went …

Husband immediately picked up the remote control. With his bare hands. No sanitizer. No ice bucket bag over it. Just his Bare. Hands. So gross.

Miss Mighty wanted to know what every single thing was. She picked up every pen, every pad of paper, every toiletry, to ask about it – what was it? Could she keep it? She turned on –and off, and on again – every single light.

The Boy pushed all the buttons on the microwave and jiggled all the door handles. He insisted on walking, NOT being carried, on every elevator trip.  

I couldn’t sleep. I was up for at least 2 hours after everyone went to bed.

We were there for exactly 14 hours.

They LOVED every single second of our ‘Hotel!!!’ trip.

And I really didn’t.  Probably because hotels are kind of my domain, and my sense of normal was way out of whack with everyone in tow.

I loved the time we spent with family before we arrived at the hotel. I loved that we all snuggled in ‘that awesome, big bed’ the next morning. I loved watching the kids explore and experience new things.

I just think I might need to check in early next time … head up to the room and disinfect everything. And, I mean everything. Yes, even the lamp cords, base boards, insides of the cabinets … and pretty much anything else that isn’t hanging from the ceiling, because … well, you know kids. And husbands. 


  1. Haha! The checking in early thing might be the best idea. ;)

    1. Or separate rooms? That could work too. ;)