Saturday, April 28, 2012

Hotel Natalie

Yesterday Natalie asked me if the next place we move to could be a hotel because “they take care of everything and then I wouldn’t have to clean my room!”

Amen to that sister!  It’s late and I could use complimentary turndown service with a chocolate mint on my pillow right about now. 
Today has been a whirlwind of activities.  We visited the Missouri Botanical Gardens, then watched Natalie perform in her yearend gymnastics program and finished the evening with dinner and a play date at Barb’s house.  It’s been a good day, but it started early.  At 4 a.m. nature called.  In a dream-like state, I shuffled my way towards the bathroom.  As I opened the bedroom door, my ears were assaulted by the sounds of an orchestra of trumpets, violins and snare drums playing in the living room.  As my brain tried to catch up to my feet, there was a moment when I thought I’d just walked onto a movie set.   Duh duh duh DUH...duh duh duh.

Nope.  It’s just a typical morning at our house.  Noah was up and playing a Wii game featuring his favorite professor of adventure, Indiana Jones.  And, from the looks of things, he’d been up for a while.
“Good morning, Mom!” he cheers.  “I’m hungry.  Can you make me breakfast?” asks Noah.

Which brings me back to Natalie’s brilliant request to make our next home at the nearest Day’s Inn; I think she may be onto something.  Imagine – room service, maid service, wake-up service…um, scratch that, we already have our own personal alarm clock and he’s much cuter than anything a hotel could offer.  Not to mention, we’d never run out of toilet paper or hot water again!  And, entertaining would be a snap.  I’d simply invite friends to come over for drinks during hotel happy hour.  Later, we’d all take a dip in the heated, indoor pool or maybe play a game of ping pong in the rec room.
When I look around my home, I realize all I need is a small bag for my clothes and a suitcase to hold my beloved scrapbooks.  As long as I have my family, and two adjoining rooms for the kids, I have everything I really need. 

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