Sunday, November 9, 2008
Another Weekend In Captivity
Want to know the worst part about living in a hotel room with 4 teenagers? Living in a hotel room with 4 teenagers.
Seriously, there is no place to send them.. no place to hide. You can't go into the bathroom, they may need it. One can only wander the halls for so long before you start getting funny looks. And private phone calls? Yeah like that is going to happen. For some reason they revert to toddlers, I am on the phone and they want my attention. I thought they had outgrown that.
Or my favorite is when they are not fighting.. when they are just having fun.. there is no room for fun here!! sheesh.. the oldest plays the guitar.. so he has to practice.. the youngest plays the tuba.. thank goodness she has decided to practice as she can at school. Homework? where is there room for that? Time schedules? no one is on the same one so I find I am now up all night just to have private time.
Don't get me wrong, I am the reason we got stuck here.. but even when things are good in here. they are insane..
Thank God I almost like them all