So the other night we were having some issues with our heater. This isn’t the first time we’ve dealt with this situation. We have oil heat, so sometimes we run a little too low or the oil delivery gets delayed by a day or two (while we run out in the meantime). Or the line freezes and we have to thaw it out by pouring hot water on the line and then we have to feed the oil into the heater (sound complicated? That’s because it is).
So, like I said it isn’t the first time that we’ve felt cold and checked the thermostat to see it about five degrees lower than what it should be. And it also isn’t the first time that I’ve woken up and could just tell that the heat was out without even getting out of bed.
But the kids had been sniffling. And I was preparing to head to Blissdom and certainly didn’t want to increase my chances of catching whatever the kids had. So I made an executive decision and packed the kids up and headed to the closest hotel for the night.
And what was the closest hotel? The illustrious Super 8.
Aw yeah. Bring it on!
But here’s the thing. I was really surprised by how nice it was. We had a huge room (about the size of 2 1/2 “normal” rooms in a Super 8 ) and the whole place was really clean. Not luxurious, mind you, but clean.
And it didn’t smell. Major bonus.
Now, my kids have stayed in a fair amount of hotels over their short lives. They have stayed in some pretty gross places with us (which we picked out of sheer desperation, trust me). Like the time that the major ice storm hit Cleveland and we were stuck on the highway and absolutely had to find a place. That wasn’t the greatest experience ever, but we survived. They’ve also stayed in some amazing places while I’ve travelled for work before like Four Seasons Toronto (a gorgeous luxury hotel if you ever get the opportunity).
So there we were at the Super 8, about 10 minutes from my house.
And they loved it. They’re so easy to please. Their favorite part? The mini-fridge in the room.
I hope they never lose their love of the simple things. I hope they always look for the good in any situation. I guess it’s my job to help them along the way. No, that’s not a guess. It’s a fact. It is part of my job. But I think that part of it is inborn. There’s just something about them that naturally gravitates in that direction. I love it. It makes the days easier sometimes.
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They certainly are sweeties! Doesn’t it make you smile to realize you have really great kids, despite all the times they may try your patience? Love it!