I'm sitting here in the business center of some Holiday Inn Express. It is finally morning and I've inhaled a couple of cups of complimentary coffee and have successfully delivered my youngest daughter to her dance classes.
I had trouble sleeping last night. I resisted the urge to sneak down here at 4:40 a.m. to post what would most likely have been quite a negative post. I would have gone something like this:
Well, I just couldn't get comfortable sleeping on the bathroom floor so I snuck down to this computer and decided to voice every bit of anquish and dispair that I have every experienced in my entire life...blah, blah, blah. My mind keeps thinking about that t.v. special that showed that the comforters used in hotels are rarely washed... I feel sorry for my eldest daughter who has gotten even less sleep than me tonight....
You get my drift. I would have ranted, spilled my guts about stupid stuff. The good news is that the Victorian themed Ballet was stunning last evening and the team garnered a well-deserved trophy. Youngest daughter smiled afterward. Exhausted, but happy. She will dance again this evening. Afterwards, I hope to lay my head down upon my Andes Minted pillow--and soundly crash.
