OMG - I was soooooo busted this morning. I was leaving my hotel room to go grab like my 7th delicious complimentary continental breakfast for the week (lets investigate the origins of that term later....) Ok, so I am in the process of kicking yet another newspaper left on my door step into my room and I suddenly fear for my life.....shit -the Miley Cyrus crew is coming down the hall towards me like the storming of the Bastille.
The "chaperon" immediately goes "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" to the girls.
Then I hear the following statements from the girls as I walk by like I dont notice them:
"Do people really live in hotels?"
"Do you think thats her?"
"Can we go ask her if..." Dont know what she was going to say because the adult like figure cuts her off.
"Whatever - she (me) is so dumb"
Of freaking course I would walk out of the fucking room RIGHT when they were coming back from the pool. I am jealous of their energy. I heard them until 3am (though they were much quieter after the hotel guy came to their room after someones complaint. And then by 9am they have already woke up, gone swimming and come back to their room? Bitches.
OK - back to the term "continental breakfast". Do you think since they are always complimentary hotel gurus just decided to call them continental for alliteration purposes? Let us turn to google and wikipedia (two sites by the way no person should live without!) Sweet - I googled the term and the first hit listed is a wiki explanation. Not satisfied with the results, though. Describes the term, but not the origin - except that it evolved from Mediterranean breakfast traditions. Next hit - wisegeek.com --- not familiar with this site. According to this site the terms derivation is an allusion to the fact that it is the breakfast of choice on the continent of Europe. Makes sense. Im disappointed - really not very clever.
Enter bad mom.
On my way home from the R-Kansas, I decided that I needed to stop to buy something for Nixon and Brian. Every time I go out of town I come home feeling like the fact that I have been gone all week can be made up with Polly Pockets and Dr. Peppers. There are two problems - do I feel guilty? and am I setting a pricey expectation that my returns must always be accompanied with "prizes" Im a shitty mom and wife. (not to mention a shitty person to have next to your chidrens birthday party).
In my defense Brian enjoyed his DP and is now taking a late afternoon slumber and Nixon was been playing with her new Polly Pocket Pool for two hours.
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LOL - I feel guilty when I go away too. I just came back from being gone a week and brought colby a big tonka garbage truck that makes sounds. He loves it and forgot all about mommy being gone for a whole week. Did I feel guilty? hmm.. maybe? But Colby certainly liked his gift.
You are NOT a bad mom!
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