Crying at the Hotel Breakfast

So we made it to Wisconsin mostly in one piece.  We left Virginia on Thursday a little after noon.  We had reserved a room at a Super8 in Ohio since they allow our little monsters to stay there.  All was fine and good: checked into the hotel, had a gourmet dinner at Applebee’s (10% off with room key—score!), and we tucked ourselves into bed.  2:15am—I woke up to the dogs sleeping on the floor and panting.  Apparently the “AC low” setting is secretly the “AC off” setting.  So I got up, put it on high, checked out Facebook for a while, and went back to bed.  4:15am—I woke up to both dogs glued to my side under the covers and me freezing because apparently “AC high” is secretly “let’s see if they really want to move back to Wisconsin temperatures.”  Ugh.  So needless to say, nobody slept well.

Off to breakfast we went.  Coffee (I thought) would be my savior.  After we were done, I was going to fill up the coffee and put a lid on it for the car.  I wanted to get the lid on tight so that it wouldn’t spill in the car…because that would really suck.  When I pushed down, the Styrofoam gave way, and the freshly hot coffee exploded all over me.  So there I was sleepless, tired, startled, and burned crying at the hotel breakfast.  Al brought me some ice that slowly melted into my sundress, and I held an ice pack from the cooler on my tummy for the next two hours in the car…while stinking of coffee.  What’s worse than coffee spilling all over the car??—coffee exploding all over you.  I have a lovely burn to show for it.  Luckily it didn’t blister.

Wisconsin is great, our apartment is massive, and we are really happy to be home.  I don’t think it has set in yet that we don’t have to drive back.