Thursday, March 19, 2015

Indianapolis & Hotel Beds

Returning to our hotel in Indianapolis on Saturday night delivered me to my bed. Nope, I didn't use an adjective to describe it. If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all, right? Not that it was dirty or disgusting in any creepy crawly way. The room was clean enough and all that. But come on, it was a hotel bed. Hard as a 2" x 4".

I have learned to always bring my own pillow. Not only does it gain me a sense of peace but my son can use it in the backseat of a long car ride. Hotel pillows last less than 24 months, some hotels offer up to 16 different kinds of pillows for their customers, yet none of them have the comfort of home. These pillows see many different "activities" and types of people, they may be personalized from their activities or monogrammed by an expensive hotel after a few stays, but they will never have the perfect indentation that fits my head.

I woke up literally every hour from 10:00 pm to 2:00 am. Then it was every two hours. My son prevented me from the resting for the first  bout of sleeplessness. He and his buddy had asked and been granted permission to roam the hotel. They then met up with other teens and eventually formed a group that were "hanging out." He couldn't understand when Dad told him at 2:00 am that if Mom woke up again and he was still MIA he would probably have an angry Momma roaming the hallways with a club in search of her baby boy. The next day he even asked me "Why?" I'm like, with my mother's face of "you've got to be kidding me", "big city, hotel, 2 am, I don't think so". He chose not to pursue that line of questioning. Good boy.

The back breaking bed prohibited me from sleeping the remainder of the night. I read about some people who buy mattress toppers for this reason. Hmm... I'm thinking, I'm thinking. I shall digress here and say that I do not camp for the same cause. The ground was not meant to be slept on, no amount of air in a flimsy little mattress will change that for me. If you want me to camp, get a camper, where I can have a few comforts of home meaning a bed and an air conditioner. This thought is contrary to many of our friends and family. So be it, call me weird. Back to hotel beds. Reading through justifications for hard beds, I find one that claims that they do it for their housekeeping staff, that it is easier on their backs to make the beds. Yeah, like I believe big conglomerates in the United States do anything for the "help." Lame.

What I take away from writing this is to not only take my own pillow but maybe a mattress topper too.

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