Mary M. wanted to know about hotel living. Personally I don't love to live in hotels but Wayne does. He says he feels more at home in a hotel than he does at home. Hotels are where he grew up and he loves the familiar feeling. Amy also loves living in hotels, probably because that is where she spent the majority of the first 6 years of her life.
When I first started traveling in the 1970's it was fun at first having new sheets and towels every day. But that has ended with the "save the ocean and land" propaganda. USUALLY there are clean sheets and towels. I was reading Mary's post on my IPhone in the hotel right before I went to bed. I pulled down the sheets and there was a little black feather that I had been sleeping on. I wonder where that came from?
One time in the 70's we stayed at a hotel because it was close to the concert hall where the family was performing. It grossed me out! The carpet in the room were soaked with liquor and alcohol from spilled drinks. When we walked it actually would swish under our feet. It wasn't just that way in our room either. Amy was a little toddler at the time and we couldn't let her down on the floor to play or crawl around. When we complained to the hotel management they sent up a bunch of old blankets to put on the floor. Yuck! A year later we returned to the area and the hotel had been condemned and torn down. No idea why?
Until Amy started Kindergarten I toured with the Osmond family most of the time. It seemed like every tour we had to find a hotel doctor because Amy and Steve got sick. One tour Steve and Amy both got strep throats and then on top of the strep throat Amy got a really bad case of herpes. They were all over her swollen face and inside her swollen mouth. She couldn't eat or drink anything. We left the tour and Wayne's dad flew back to Utah with us. We stayed at my parents house until the tour was finished and Wayne returned to Utah. Amy hardly ate or drank anything for about a week. She would only suck on water Popsicles. The only benefit of the whole ordeal was that it hurt her to suck on her pacifier, so my mom talked her into throwing it away so she'd get better faster. She was almost 3 years old at the time and I was wondering how I was going to get that pacifier away from her.
When Amy was about a year old the family was filming something in Hawaii. Maybe it was "Going Coconuts." I can't remember for sure. The morning we were leaving Utah she had a runny nose but seemed to feel fine. By the time we arrived in Hawaii and were at the hotel she wasn't feeling fine at all! In the middle of the night her fever had climbed to 107 degrees and even after giving her lukewarm baths, we could not get her to keep any Tylenol down. We jumped into a cab which drove us to the closest hospital.
After arriving at the hospital they made her stand in a big metal tub and we kept pouring water over her head until her temperature went down a little and she was able to finally keep some Tylenol down. She was shaking severely and screaming the whole time we were pouring water over her head. It was horrible. We finally went back to the hotel after she was able to keep down the Tylenol and her temperature went down, but I spent the whole time in Hawaii in the hotel, except for one evening. Wayne's parents watched Amy in their hotel room so Wayne and I could have a little break and we went out to dinner. That was really nice of them.
Whenever I get bugged at hotel living now, I remember what it was like traveling with babies and little kids. The trip then becomes really easy and fun fast. After awhile I started to bring a can of Lysol when we would travel and I would spray the toilet, tub and other kid areas, but now I don't. Everyone used to think I was totally overboard, but when I found out that other people did the same thing I wasn't so embarrassed about it.
I always wear flip flops in the hotel rooms and shower but hardly anything bothers Wayne. Most of the hotels use futons now where they put the quilt inside two clean sheets. I love that! I feel like I can lounge on the clean spread. I always used to pull down the blankets so the kids would play on the sheets instead of the blankets. Who knows where the blankets had been. Like Mary, I don't think that the hotel management ever washed the blankets either. I also like to drink bottled water in the hotel instead of tap water, especially outside the United States.
I'll have to finish my hotel living stories later because Jacob needs to use the computer now to do his homework. He loves to write stories. He's going to be a writer just like his mother. He actually helped me edit my stories this afternoon. He's so intelligent and reads at a 12th grade reading level. I'm not a proud grandma.