About a month ago, the kids and I left Eric home and went on a little mini-vacation with some of my family. We spent three nights in a hotel, which was a huge treat for the kids since we rarely do that. It was fun for me too, and having my sister in the room next door was helpful, but let’s face it, one grownup on the second floor of a hotel with three young children who don’t know how to speak in ‘indoor voices’ can be stressful at times.
All in all, they did pretty well, but one day as I stared at our overflowing trash can (seriously, why are hotel room trash cans so small??) it occurred to me that our entire stay could be summed up in a series of numbers. Does this ring true for you too?
(Side note: Forgive me for the grainy pictures. Most were taken with my phone.)
Staying in a Hotel With Kids, By the Numbers
3: The number of nights spent in the hotel.
5: The number of times I said, “Don’t put your face on the carpet!”
6: The number of times we went in the pool during our three night stay.
11: The number of wet towels on the bathroom floor (from the pool and showers) at the end of our stay.
7: The number of scissor kicks to the head I endured while sleeping with my three year old.
1,943: The number of Cheerios I cleaned off the floor.
1: The number of suitcases I brought (everybody’s clothes in one bag).
4: The number of suitcases I should have brought (everybody’s clothes in their own bag).
12: The number of paper cups used for juice, coffee, snack containers, etc.
25: The number of elevator rides we took.
50: The number of arguments about who gets to push the button for the elevator.
1: The number of times the bed was stolen from me. (I got up to pee and came back to this.)
2: The number of bags full of snacks that we started with.
4: The number of bags full of snacks that we ended with (how does that happen?!?).
1: The number of random toys I found in the suitcase.
9: The number of times I moved one of the boys over in bed so that he wouldn’t knock the other boy onto the floor.
33: The number of times I told the kids to stop yelling, be quiet, the people below us are going to call security, etc.
Countless: The number of memories we made.
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