So here I am – in a fancy Philly hotel with a beautiful view of downtown – trapped in the bathroom as I agonizingly wait for Nate to stop fake crying and fall asleep. Don’t worry, I’m not dropping the kids off at the pool or anything like that – I’m just sitting on the beautifully tiled floor hoping that they clean it really well.
Nate and I should be at a wedding rehearsal with Andrew and Nia right now but the little angry man decided he was going to have a terrible-two fit and not eat and not take his nap. (I mean, what did we think? We did just have him strapped in his car seat for the most part of the last 24 hours!) Nevertheless, a No-Nap-Nate wasn’t going to work for us because there was no way we would have been able to make it through a church rehearsal without causing a major scene. Nope. We – number 1 – aren’t that brave to test it out and – number 2 – aren’t that stupid to test it out.
Wow. I wrote that whole last paragraph in peace. I don’t hear Nate anymore. That, of course, doesn’t mean he’s sleeping but still, at least I don’t have to be tortured with the whines anymore. Nope, instead I’ll just be stuck in here – me, some toiletries and this computer until the battery dies because I left the adapter out in the room.
At least I have a yummy (free) dinner to look forward to tonight! I’ve already got my fancy jewelry on that I got for Christmas! I just hope I don’t smell like Eau-De-la-Toilet!
Are You Zhazha? 
Oh, you poor thing…. I hate that, too. Because if you are like me, you freak out about who is in the next room, calling the office and complaining about the wailing!