Today we're moving into a hotel for five nights while our water damaged wood floors caused by an overflowing toilet are being refinished. And while I'm excited about the new floors, I'm not excited about moving my 4 kids, 2 dogs and 1 husband into it. Mostly, because I'm the person most affected by this temporary relocation, since I work from home. Which also makes me the go to person to work around the workmen's schedule for at least the next month. So, while my kids look at this like a fun vacation, this is no vacation for me. Well, it is kinda a vacation in that I won't get any work done writing my novel.
Like any vacation, my kids are super excited and asking a million questions. The same ones over and over. You think that once they're teenagers, they wouldn't do this anymore. But, really, it just means they have more detailed questions than toddlers and no matter what you say, they always think your answer is stupid. And then they google it to prove you wrong. When they're in their 20's do they skip asking and go straight to google? I'm being too optimistic aren't I? Don't even answer that, I don't even want to know right now.
So, as my kids ask me if they still have to go to school when we're in the hotel (Ummmmmmm....YES!), I have other concerns. Namely, my labs, who are used to their routine and having a lot of space. Not so much Bonnie, who's very sweet and docile. But my dog, Clyde, who thinks he's the protector of the house. Who fiercely and foolishly thinks he defends us from other dogs, deer, bikers, the postman, people he doesn't know in general and sometimes just the blowing wind. Oh and sometimes he has accidents, especially when anything veers from his normal routine. What if I go to the workout room and they (meaning Clyde) completely defile the room and/or bark incessantly? Or will I forget to put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door and he mauls the housekeeper? There is so much potential for disaster.
But, first we have to get to the hotel. And the kids need to pack everything they'll need for the week. Including sports uniforms, a dressy outfit for the basketball banquet, work uniforms, contact lenses and solution. Not to mention books, backpacks, laptops and hopefully a writing utensil or two. And guess who gets to remind them of all this while they fight over who gets what piece of luggage. And then guess who gets to take all this luggage to the hotel because everyone else will be at school and/or work? Me. It's the worst part of the vacation, without the actual vacation part.
My days will be spent running to and from the house to let the workmen in and lock up when they leave every day. Driving the kids to and from school. Ensuring the dogs get a long walk so they're less likely to destroy things. Figuring out what to make for dinner, since we'll have a stove and a fridge. Doing laundry. Driving kids to sports. And going to this basketball banquet I tried to get out of with the excuse that we were in a hotel and it would just be too much of a pain. (When my kid called me out on anti-social...which is totally and completely true.) Wait. This is basically what I do every day. But now I'll just be doing it in a tiny apartment instead of a house. And then the next week we'll be doing the same thing, when they stain the floors.
What could possibly go wrong?