Do you ever wonder why hotel rooms are so expensive? Is it the lush bedding, miniature shampoo bottles, or curvy shower rod that makes it seem like there is more space in the shower than normal? Is it the incredible view of the parking lot, the 2 creamers they include in the coffee packet, or the fact that you can sleep under 10 pounds of covers and keep the room as cold as you want without having to worry about the increased electric bill?
No. No, it's not. The reason hotel rooms are so expensive is mostly due to our family. Or at least families like ours.
A couple of years ago, we were staying at a really nice and new hotel outside of Macon, GA. Thanks to some Marriot points, the whole stay was completely free. Sah-wheet! Only, about 2 hours past lights-out, Emma crawls on her hands and knees and starts puking all over that nice, plush bedding. And then Abby starts the every hour of upchuck. And it wasn't long before it hit me as well.
Due to the ill state of every little thing about me, along with the somnolent effects of phenergan, I don't remember much else about that stay...only that I was completely confident that anyone within a 1/4 mile radius could smell the odors seeping from the cracks of our room (it was that bad!!) Well, and that my dear, well husband went to Walmart and bought gatorade and saltine crackers for our 4 hour drive home...and apologized to the front desk about the state of our room.
And remember, thanks to good ole' hotel points, we didn't pay a penny on that room.
Yes, we are the reason hotel rooms are so expensive. If I was the owner of the Marriot in Macon, GA, I would have burnt that room...perhaps even the entire hotel...and started over.
Our most recent stay in a hotel wasn't quite as "adventurous". However, within 5 minutes of putting the bags down in any room we are staying, the kids seem to have this unrelenting desire to jump from one bed to the other. Maybe it is because we don't allow this at home...maybe it is because they are so excited to be somewhere else...I don't know. What I do know is that I remember having this exact same uncontrollable desire to jump from one bed to the other in hotel rooms when I was little. It is most definitely a childhood rite of passage.