I usually make the hotel arrangements using Priceline.com. That has been the most economic way for us to travel. I wasn’t having much luck in my bidding before the Homeschool conference so Jason decided to take matters into his own hands. He found a cheap one yessireebob!
It was a one star motel that boasted a continental breakfast. At least we’d get to eat right? We hoped for the best…until we pulled up to our destination. “Uh this place doesn’t look too great.” My husband said it, not me! Oh well, I’ve slept in all kinds of places in my life time. How bad could it be? I tried to sing its praises and look on the bright side. We’d paid for three nights, after all.
“Mom, there’s a bug!” yelled one of my kids. As Jason jumped up to kill it, I hoped it wasn’t a roach. It was! I tried not to picture them crawling on my children at night.
The next morning we got ready and went to eat breakfast. There were two kinds of cereal, apples and bananas. That’s it! There should be restrictions for what qualifies as a continental breakfast–for crying out loud!
Our last evening I commented that we were probably going to forget our drinks in the fridge the next morning and sure enough we did. Jason mourned his Gatorade as we drove to the Huston Children’s Museum. That is a story for another day, but on the way back he planned especially to stop by the motel and pick up his Gatorade. I laughed. I thought for sure they would have thrown our drinks away. Jason pulled up to the place and ran in. I hid my face. A couple of minutes later he came out with two Gatorade. I couldn’t believe it. “I know there were at least three,” he said, “they drank my stink’en Gatorade!” Hmm on second thought I think we fit right in at that motel!
“Next time I think I’ll let you get the hotel,” was the last thing my husband said on the subject!