So I never really got around to updating on our "fabulous weekend alone". Notice the quotes I put there......that is because it was, yet again, another great example of what a day in my life is like. I promise that all I am about to tell you is true, not exaggerated or embelished. As unbelivable as some of it is - think of how I feel, I live it. It went a little something like this -
1. We left almost 3 hours late because DH got caught up trying to do some paperwork at his office meaning it was almost 8pm before we got to eat dinner. UGH! It was, however, excellent sushi!
2. Our hotel room, although nice, had the smallest bathroom known to man and especially for a Hyatt Hotel. Seriously, you had to go in, squeeze between the toilet and the tub to shut the door to get to the sink - what genius got paid to design this???? There was no possible way to stand in the bathroom and shut the door unless you stook IN the tub or on the toilet.
3. When I booked the weekend I didn't book it through reservations or online. I had to talk directly with the hotel sales department because we were getting a special "relaxation" package. Silly me, I would have assumed that the sales dept would know the bookings for the weekend and might have had the common sense to say to me "m''am, we have several events going on that weekend including a kids dance competition (so there will be about a million kids in the hotel), a college alumni weekend (so the resaurants will be impossibly crowded) and the same local college will be having their homecoming as a street party right outside the hotel". DUH????? Maybe we would have liked to pick another weekend??? The size of the bathroom and chaos in the hotel netted us a call from the manager saying she was reducing our room rate to $99 for both nights. (WOO HOO! - basically gave us the massages for free)
4. Nice dinner, glass of wine, very exhausted..........woke up about 6am without really knowing why after having slept terrible and tossing & turning all night......realized it was because there was a CRYING BABY in the room next door!!!! Subconciously I must have stirred every single time the baby cried in the night. GRRRR! The front desk got a not-so-nice phone call from me at 7am - remember my coffee issue and morning attitude?. Later in the afternoon we were moved to a suite. Thankfully, the bathroom was a normal size. Now at this point, we asked the front desk where we should have dinner - they gave us a name and a phone number and we made reservations. We had our massages and that part of the weekend was FANTASTIC! ****I have to sidetrack here to a funny point - DH and I ate lunch at a Jamaican restaurant since we both love patties (meat filled pastry) and ordered two dozen to pick up later that night to take home for the kids. While I was showering and getting dressed for dinner, DH who is an Itallian dressed in cowboy boots, jeans, nice shirt and a sport coat walks into the Jamiacan place and walks out with a duct taped styrofoam cooler ---- the looks he got both there and the hotel lobby were pricelss!!!! So we head off to dinner - ends up being a very tiny, hole in the wall place run by two of the crankiest old biddies I have ever met. We walked out - went back to the sushi place and asked a waitress where to go. She directed us to another restaurant and we had, without a doubt, the best meal we have had in five years. The food and service were both impecable. I highly reccomend that if you are ever in Greenville, SC you eat at a place called Devaroux's off of main street.
All in all, it was a nice weekend for us, but as usual, coming home was a let down. C'mon moms, you know what I mean. The babies were all off schedule, the house needed to be cleaned, laundry had piled up, etc, etc. Sometimes it is more trouble than it is worth to try to take time for ourselves. Oh, and to top it all off - DH took me to dinner so I wouldn't have to cook and on the way there we hit and killed a deer - thankfully, no damage at all to my truck beyond some fur on the bumper. Sigh, welcome to my life! |
