Top reasons a tiny little part of me doesn't miss my family all that much as I should and therefore feel guilty about it because I am a horrible mother and a worse person and I don't deserve to have such a great family if I can leave them so easily:
- Maid service
- Can put something down on a table in my room, assured that in 10 minutes I will be able to retrieve it rather than finding it by accident three days later stuffed inside a pink doll house
- Colleague cut a deal with hotel massage therapist - free massages for staff
- Can take a shower without company (of both the adult and child kind)
- Can also shave legs without water going cold
- Makeup has little chance to be used as paints at any time in the next four days
- Four words: control of the blankets
- Five words: control of the room temperature
- Three year old laughter, which is expressed as high pitched screams
- Can walk around naked in room without getting groped
- No Disney channel on television
- Adult conversation that doesn't involve tools, buying tools, using tools, or making tools
- No one crawls into bed with me at 2:00 in the morning and kicks the mattress repeatedly for an hour
- Can eat a piece of chocolate without hearing "Can I have some? Can I have some? Can I have some? Can I have some?"
- Can eat same piece of chocolate for breakfast without disapproving look from husband.
- Get to sit down for more than three minutes at a time without someone yelling at me that they need their butt wiped... oh wait... that happens here too.
Unrelated: how hilarious is it that when I got back to my room last night, I had a plate of cheese, compliments of convention services? If they'd only looked in my ice bucket, they could've saved themselves the time and effort.
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November 17, 2006 at 7:42 AM
I don't always talk about tools. Sometimes I talk about weapons...