My first hour alone in the hotel room was beautiful. After I carefully inspected for bedbugs, I unpacked. I devoured my ceasar salad in peace while I casually read the paper. How fortunate I was to get this amazingly clean room that even has a pull out couch for my buddy
The screaming, the yelling, the pulling at my interior door. O.k. I can hear every word all five of those children and their shushing mommies are saying. They are excited to be in a hotel, just like me. But they just express it much differently. After I peek out and introduce myself, I re-enter my room with less excitement. I enjoy three minutes of quiet and it starts again. O.K. in my older mature age now, I am becoming less tolerant.
Thankfully, the nice lady at the desk finds me a new room. I reinspect for bedbugs. No bugs, no pull out, no balcony, no noise. O.k. I can deal with it.
I know you must be thinking if I was looking for a little quiet time, why would I possibly go to a homeschool convention with hundreds of families? I don't know either. I do know, I am ready to get back to my planning and focusing my thoughts on the upcoming year.
Would you have switched your room? Should I be embarrassed if I bump into the family again? I know I wouldn't want to room next to me and my offspring. Has anyone else turned into a grumpy older lady like me?
In His hands, despite my grumpiness,