I feel like I should preface this with telling you how much I love my husband and kids but am going to skip straight over that and tell you how much I love staying in a hotel room without them. I can’t wait to check into the Sheraton where I’m not having a roommate at BlogHer ’13. A hotel room of one’s own is a little lick of luxury that does not happen very often. But when it does, I savor every minute.
What’s so great?
There are no distractions, none. I cannot empty the dishwasher, listen to someone’s problem or wonder why there is no OJ left when I remembered putting it in the cart…thirsty teens, left it at the checkout? I can’t throw in a load of laundry or worry if the dog was limping like that last week. I can just think…just me, my thoughts, it is like a spa for the soul.