Being stuck in a hotel for a month is not easy. We had to do it because we're waiting for our house. We should be closing today so we can get out of the hotel!
Here's what I've learned:
--One bathroom is not enough. Tom would want to take his long poop breaks and it's all, dude, you can't right now. He'd say, "Then go downstairs if you have to go," and I'd remind him that I popped out TWO human beings and my bladder didn't work like that anymore.
--I'm apparently the only one who can explain to housekeeping what we need. I'd tell everyone what we needed so if they came when I was reading or elsewhere, they could tell them. But every time they'd ask me, "What did we need again?"
--The cooktops take forever to get the water boiling.
--If a cat poops, your entire space will smell of it.
--People are rude. Check out my how to not be an asshole while staying in a hotel post.
--I need my personal space. As an only child, if I don't get it, I tend to go into meltdown mode. People being around me ALL THE TIME was tough.
--The Internet seemed to run super slow every afternoon--you could opt to pay $4.95 for faster Internet--PER DAY--but no thanks.
--You figure out that a ironing board can serve as a table:
--You begin to miss your belongings, big time.
--If you have a Fitbit, you probably won't be getting 10,000 steps in since the space is so small. But maybe I'm just lazy. I did go to the hotel gym, but I only stayed on the elliptical for 25 minutes because I felt like I was going to die. I suppose I could have walked around the hotel, but as I said, I was lazy. I was averaging only 5000 steps.
--The cats liked to walk across my face when I was trying to sleep. It's not fun to wake up to a paw near your nostril.
Have you ever been in a hotel for a long period of time?