I’m Grateful For ~ Motel Rooms
The anonymity. The service. The convienience. The realtive peace and quiet. There’s a lot to be grateful for after a short stay in a motel room.
Last week I went away for four days. Although I had most of our extended family accompany me on our little get away. I travelled without Master O or the husband. There is something quite exhilarating about escaping your daily routine.
I’m grateful for the service. I think I took Motel room service for granted before I was a Mum. Now I bathe in the convienience of being able to wake up, eat and then go out leaving the towels on the floor, the bed unmade and the dishes on the bench, knowing I will return to a spotlessly clean room. At what other time does someone replace the shampoo for you, make sure you don’t run out of toilet paper, stock the cupboard with clean towels, and make sure your kitchen is stocked with fresh milk. Absolute bliss.
I’m grateful for not having to cook. Staying in a motel room without cooking facilities is the perfect excuse for not having to cook. We ate out, three meals a day for four days. More restaurant and cafe dining than I have expereienced in the last four years. I actually caught a vague glimpse of my former life before children, when I could enjoy my coffee hot and my breakfast at a table not in the car.
I’m grateful for the time. Not just the time with family but the sudden amount of unused time on my hands acquired from living within the confines of one room and a suitcase. I am not usually found living on the minimalist spectrum. But suddenly I was confronted with only having one outfit to choose form in the morning. No time spent searching for lost socks in the laundry. How far can one sock go when you “live” in one room? Getting ready to go out, which is usually almost impossible, suddenly became easy thanks to the bathrooms close proximity to the portacot and the portcot being in the lounge/tv room. LOVE It!
I’m grateful for the peace and quiet. Ok so it wasn’t deadly silent and our room was outside the at times noisy lift but for four days I didn’t hear arguments over LEGO, or a caotic classroom or the shrill of the home phone. I even found time to read a magazine, in my bed, in a silent room!
But mainly I’m grateful for home sweet home. There is nothing like returning to smothering 4 year old hugs, your own bed and I hate to say it but the comforting hum of the washing machine whilst I enjoy my luke warm Nescafe.
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