This afternoon after almost nine hours and two trains with my boss and three other members of my team I ended up in a swanky big-city hotel.
No one but me.
When I walked into my room I actually wasn’t that sure of what to do with myself.
I hung my clothes up so they wouldn’t wrinkle, got ready for the welcome reception of the conference I’m attending and then did something very exciting…
… I cleaned my make-up brushes.
Clearly I’m out of practice on the whole fun thing. I can’t even remember the last time I went away on my own.
I mean what the heck do people do in hotel rooms by themselves?
Wait… don’t answer that!
What I do know is that I am going to enjoy a night to myself in a super comfortable bed, without having to get up for one of the children and maybe, just maybe, be able to drink a cup of coffee in the morning before it goes cold while reading the newspaper.
An actual newspaper! Did you know they deliver them in the morning with the room? I vaguely remember something that resembled a newspaper outside my last hotel room – though my children had trampled on it in a mass exodus in search of breakfast.
Like I sad… I think I’m out of practice. Maybe I’ll get the hang of it by tomorrow night.