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. This little lick of luxury 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.
I love waking up in a strange room. I love a strange bed, different linens and an unfamiliar view out the window. I moved constantly throughout my life until my kids were in middle school. Since then life has been geographically stable, so I love this taste of earlier days and the novelty that goes along with it.
I love the spotless bathrooms and exploring new toiletries…I know they come with the cost of the room, but it always feels like small personal gifts to me even when I know I can buy the same things at CVS. If they are good, I swipe them.
A bathroom to myself. I shared bathrooms with brothers, roommates and then a husband, and while I am not complaining, a bathroom to myself, even for a single night or two, is certainly one of life’s little luxuries.
I love watching TV in bed. In our home we only have one TV, in a valiant effort to control my children’s watching habits and to encourage all of us to read in bed (yes, I know this was pre-internet.) TV in bed feels like a guilty pleasure.
Room service, need I say more. Not sure why I can’t get this at home?
Almost every morning for eighteen years I have awakened one or more of my kids and my husband for school, jobs, sports…whatever. I love setting my alarm and then walking into my sons’ room and softly calling their names to begin our day. But in my hotel room I have only myself to worry about and for a night, that sounds just about right.
ohhhhhh, I couldn’t agree more.
what beautiful luxury – enjoy it
Sounds wonderful! I’m so jelous!!! : )
Amen! Enjoy every second…for all of us !
it is restorative to just think about yourself for one whole day and to be somewhere other than home so you can’t even do that “one little” chore.
What a wonderful post to read. I feel like I spent a day off too just reading about it.
I was thinking just this while I was out running some errands this morning…I wished I could just go off somewhere on my own for a few days, just to get away — no one asking or telling me anything. No one needing something, nor wanting me to do something for them. Just “me” time, preferably in a luxurious hotel room!
“A spa for the soul.” Yup, that sums it up perfectly!
I’m 50 years old and I’ve never spent a night in a hotel room by myself. How ridiculous is that?
There’s nothing better than a night in a hotel all alone! I used to have this oportunity frequently when I had a job that involved travel, and two small kids at home. I’d order room service, take a bath and watch whatever I wanted on TV without anyone clamoring for me to change the channel. When I left my job to spend more time with my growing kids, it was one of the things I missed the most. Thanks for the memories!