I’m currently sitting in a beautiful suite in a resort hotel with access to two of my favourite things – but luxury version. The first, high-speed internet access – but in a quiet space that is not full of unsorted laundry, sippy cups and mountains of toys. The second, sleep – but in an enormous bed with high-quality linen and fluffy pillows and absolutely no chance that any little person will interrupt the snoozing.
For these reasons alone, I thought that this training program might feel like a vacation for me. But only now is it sinking in that this is not how it’s going to play out. We were “released” at 8 pm tonight. And tomorrow? Midnight. I asked if this was a typo. I mean, let’s be clear: I don’t even stay up until midnight on New Year’s Eve! Is this a joke? Apparently not. (Thankfully there is caffeine a-plenty here.)
As for the sleeping … well, I can hear the woman in the hotel room next door sawing logs. Not just that regular kind of snoring that you can eventually tune out like white noise. Rather, a sort of intermittant loud snorting that sounds like a large dog is sleeping on the rug beside my bed. But the worse part of trying to sleep in my fit-for-a-queen bed is that I don’t have my hubby to share it with. It’s a darn big bed.
The final topping on my “vacation” cake? There’s an exam on the last day. Wow, I missed that on the fine print.
No cake-walk here. So, on that note — nighty-nighty!
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