We carried our metaphorical bandanas on a stick as we entered the gates of the nearest hotel.
It was perfect.
It was clean, quiet, tidy, there were no flashy lights, and the theme of red and yellow fit smoothly with the late evening sky.
It seemed a little too perfect though, like a hotel that would be featured on Goosebumps.
I went against all opposition anyways and hiked it up the mountain that was away from the parking lot.
Once inside I was met by 3 pairs of kind eyes at the front desk and tried to figure out the sleeping situation.
"Double bed with a cot in one room per night would be around $300...per night of course."
That's less than I expected, but frugality courses my veins.
"Any chance you can lower it to 50?"
So does haggling.
"You seem like you've been to heck and back and you've got kids with you, so, I can give you 2 rooms for the same price. It'll give the little lady a little more privacy."
I wish she hadn't said that.
"Oh Hen- dad. Get it please. For me. Please! Pleeaaseee!"
Surprisingly there are no fights from the boys about it, until it snaps in their brains.
"I want the room. Do it for me dad. Pleeaaseee!"
"I'm sorry. No one under the age of 18 is permitted to a room here by themselves without parental guidance."
Geez. She makes it sound like a rated-r movie. It just a room and I'll be watching over them and the room is nearby and Robin isn't even 15 yet, let alone 18.
"But I'm not 18 yet," she gives herself away.
"My apologies. You will all just have to stay in the same room then. I'm willing to drop the price to $299.99 by the way."
Oh great. We're a whole penny down now.
Robin-McKenzie looked mad, but not as mad as me. That was a deal to (basically) give 1/3 of my children away.
I snatched the keys from the front desk man and headed towards the elevator.
"Nice going roBiN-mCkEnzIE."
I get a dirty look in response, but I don't really give a care.
When we get in the room I immediately miss Millie's trashy room. At least it was quiet for that 2 and a half second nap I took in there.
I bury my head into the crowded bed with pillows and blankets above my head trying to drown the annoying, sudden sound of SpongeBob's voice out.
There was a tv on, yelling, a blow-dryer going off next door, music playing, a shower going, and somebody's mowing their lawn way too late for me.
Just shut up!
"Don't come near my phone again or so help me-"
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