i don't fully understand the kids' fascination with hotels. sure, there is usually a pool involved, but that's just one side of the coin. a hotel stay most often means lousy food and a shared bed. for us, three kids in a confined space means a complete loss of situational control. the smaller the enclosure, the more unsuppressed the youthful exuberance. the stress of sharing up to three walls with any number of weary sojourners means we start castigating them about noise by around five o'clock. by the time the sun goes down, we have moved on to psychological threats and full physical restraint. still, a night's stay in any shabby hotel ranks right up around viewing the fish tanks at wal-mart on the kids' hierarchy of priorities.
so although one might think that no good would come of leaving twelve hours late for an eight hour drive to utah, it provided a golden opportunity for a midnight check in at one of the country's most poorly maintained hotels located in green river utah. (yes, this is a real place, but just barely.) although the kids were all fast asleep when we pulled into the parking lot, they managed to get in one last hyperactive outburst before crashing in their bed. although pen and eli could stretch out seven times over in their shared queen sized bed, kelley and i couldn't help but take a couple pictures of them spooning all night.
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That reminds me of something really fun that happened about twelve hours after that!!!
For our kids, the fascination is tied to our family rule: No jumping on the bed unless we're at a hotel. So I guess we've asked for it.
Does anybody remember that hot, sweaty night at the Knotty Pine Motel in Boise all those years ago, when, without air conditioning, and in the middle of August, Johnny got up in the middle of the night and turned the heater on?
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