Today I’m getting on a plane and flying to Louisville, Kentucky for work. This is a very foreign sentence for me to type, as I do not usually a.) fly on planes very often or b.) go somewhere without at least one other member of my family. But let’s talk about that for a second: I will be staying in a hotel room, by myself, for three nights. Also, did I mention I would be by myself? My coworkers keep talking about “hanging out” and “karaoke” and “dinner” but I’m not sure how those things are going to happen from under the covers of my hotel bed (that I have all to myself) while watching a marathon of “What Not to Wear,” which is where I plan to spend all of my non-working time on this trip.

I’m actually supposed to be packing right this very minute, which is something at which I am supremely inept. I like to feel out my outfit each day, you know? Assess my aura before selecting and all that. (Slash figure out what is clean and unwrinkled, which narrows it down a good bit. But THEN the aura thing.) So now I have piles of clean clothes on my bed (The fact that they’re clean is a tiny victory, no? Since I leave in 3 hours, I mean.) and a furrowed brow as I contemplate all the possible outfit configurations.

Plus, I am trying not to check a bag, for no other reason than I feel like it’s silly to have to check a bag for a three day trip, but maybe I should just be honest with myself and think about the fact that I pack way too much? Because I can’t pick my outfits two days in advance? Remember that, Rach? Hmmph. Maybe I can roll things up in really tiny balls.

The kids were very MOM DON’T GO this morning, which made me all “Oh, you’ll be FINE, I’ll be back before you know it!” on the outside but all “That’s right, you neeeed me.” on the inside. Knowing you’ll be missed is a nice feeling, I’m not gonna lie.

Anyway, I guess I better get back to squirting my shampoo into 3oz see-through bottles and swearing loudly at my closet. And then get busy practicing nonchalance at my WHOLE HOTEL ROOM ALL TO MYSELF FOR THREE NIGHTS wheeeeeeeee!

I can see that I’m going to need to work on that a bit.


1 Allen { 09.22.11 at 9:44 am }

i hope you have a blast! And check a bag, you may feel like you’ve earned it after you clear security…

2 Rebecca Molton { 09.22.11 at 10:50 am }

My first (and only) work-related trip was to Louisville, KY! I only stayed 2 nights and actually would have liked to have stayed longer to explore. Have a great trip!

3 Morgan { 09.22.11 at 1:51 pm }

A hotel room all to yourself. My dream come true! Enjoy!

4 Beth { 09.22.11 at 2:52 pm }

I am so so very jealous! I’ve had only one date night since baby girl was born, much less had one single night away. Enjoy your time and I’ll keep thinking about how one day I’ll be free to have my own get-away…one day…

5 Neely { 09.22.11 at 3:38 pm }

You should visit Mary Pat, and also I am jealous. Have fun!

6 Rebekah { 09.22.11 at 9:29 pm }

I will not admit how many mornings I get out of bed thinking about how I could have a hotel room to myself for 24 hrs and just sleep the whole time. The fact that you have a hotel room with out crying, hungry, or feverish children ALL TO YOURSELF is not going to help me quit thinking about it.

7 racher { 09.22.11 at 10:22 pm }

Neely—I DID visit Mary Pat! Just tonight, and it was fantastic. As is this hotel bed from which I type this comment. Good night!

8 ginnymom { 09.25.11 at 6:24 pm }

Thinking about your homecoming with kids and husband so very glad to see you and many stories to tell on both sides. Hope you get tomorrow off!

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