The joys of traveling for work.
Going to new cities can be fun. You definitely get to see new sights & people.
Going to new restaurants can be fun (unless you're seriously trying to lose weight, then it becomes a little tricky). You get to try new places you've never eaten & possibly new foods.
Staying in hotels can sometimes be fun. You have your own personal housekeeper, which in a way is fairly accurate. You leave in the morning & when you return you have a freshly cleaned room. *POOF* Like Magic!
Sometimes, however, you just want to be home. Seeing the same people you see on a regular basis.
Sometimes you don't want to eat in a restaurant for every meal. You want to sit down at your own table, eat off of your own plates & eat food that you prepared.
Sometimes you want to sleep in your own bed in your own home with your own comforter pulled up nice & cozy.
Last night was one of those nights for me.
I was settled in, with my pillow fixed - the only pillow in the room that wasn't feather. And I have to admit, I can't stand feather pillows. I always wake up in the middle of the night with a feather poking me in the face. Not fun!
I'm woken up in the middle of the night.
To snoring. Loud, chainsaw snoring.
I reach over to nudge Mr. Potts and tell him to turn over.
Only Mr. Potts wasn't there. Remember? Sleeping in a hotel room.
Instead, I had a man on the other side of the hotel wall cutting down an entire forest with his snoring.
Incredibly loud snoring.
I tried calling out to the man to, "turn over" to no avail.
I tried banging my headboard against the wall only to realize that it would sound like I was having a wild night in a hotel room.
I didn't care at this point.
At some point, my body decided it could sleep through this and I went back to sleep.
Tonight, I look forward to a new hotel & hopefully new hotel neighbors who don't have a problem with chainsaws in the middle of the night.