Sunday, May 11, 2008
What is that floating in the pool?
Well, for Mother's Day, my husband decided to take my daughter and her family and me away for the weekend to a city that will have to remain nameless as I would like to go there again. We checked-in to a nice hotel with a pool so the grandkids could enjoy themselves. We did a little shopping before checking in for the evening and went out for an awesome meal at Texas Roadhouse (one of my personal favorites besides Olive Garden + Cheesecake Factory). The kids were chomping at the bit to go in the pool, so as soon as we returned to the hotel, that was item number 1 on the agenda. We all got dressed in our bathing suits, but I was lagging behind as I cannot for the life of me remember the last time I shaved my legs. I looked like Sasquatch! I finally went down, but forgot to bring my room key, so I had to wait for someone to open the door. I decided to sit with my bad knees in the hot tub. It was great, felt really good and I was about to doze off when I noticed that when my husband sat one of the twins on the edge of the pool, something brown erupted like Mt. Vesuvius from Haley's pool diaper - - BIO HAZARD!!!!! The only thing that I am thankful for is at that very moment in time, we were the only people in the pool. I quickly jumped out of the hot tub grabbed my towel and wrapped her up in it! The rest of my family is screaming and scrambling to get out of the contaminated water. The kids are all in tears as they are being pulled from the water against their wills. I am traumatized that someone is going to see us, so I dashed up 3 flights of stairs, in a bathing suit, WITHOUT a towel around me, only to get to our room with this stinky baby in my arms, and I realize that I do not have a room key. My husband finally gets to the room and guess what, he doesn't have a freakin key either, so off he goes to the Front Desk to get another key. Got Haley in the tub and disinfected her, but she was still crying. So I decided to fill up the jacuzzi in our room for the girls to "swim" in. They were having a great time until my husband decided that the girls would like to have the jets turned on. OMG - I think that I am still a little deaf, and I cannot figure out if it's from the screams from the girls or from the noise of the motor in that jacuzzi. I don't think that we will ever get any of them in a bathtub again. If you could have seen the terror in their eyes. Sometimes, I could just smack my husband from here to next week . . . So this morning, Madison wants to go downstairs for breakfast. I am a little leary, but figured that no one would know me, because I darted up the stairs. As we got off the elevator, I glanced down towards the pool, and there is a big sign on the door (I couldn't see that far, so I don't know what it said, but I hope that we weren't named). I think that if we ever stay there again, we will have to register with another name . . .