So. Living in this hotel for the past 20 days has been the worst experience of my life. I gave that statement a lot of consideration before saying it because I’ve had some really bad periods of time in my life. Payson’s colic phase, my gallbladder illness phase, and a phase in early 2010 that I never even blogged about because it was too personal.
But yes, I think it’s safe to say this has been the worst. Just so bad. Colicky infant, 7 people in a hotel, Allan gone the first week in Arizona, school in another city (45 minute daily drive time to do the school thing, ugh), so many people, so little space… it’s too much to explain here but it sucks. A lot. I cry every single day. I try to be stronger but it sucks so bad I just can’t help it. I just want to get into a freaking house and be able to put my kids to bed in rooms AWAY from me! I’ve literally not had ONE second of time away from kids in a month! Not ONE second. Not while I sleep, not while I pee, not ANY time of ANY day or night. And Everett and his constant crying. Holy crap.
I told Allan, this may surprise you but I don’t want to camp or go anywhere for any reason ever again! I can’t even imagine wanting to go camping or staying in a hotel ever ever ever again. But I know this is a bad phase and bad phases end so maybe when Everett is out of diapers and a kid rather than a baby I’ll be interested again. Until further notice, I never ever want to leave my house again. haha!
Hotels are like hell to me now.