Gaawd, it feels like an eternity since we were living in the hotel and it’s only been – omg it’s almost been a month! No wonder two weeks has been feeling like forever, lol, how does that happen!?!
Honestly, “I can’t adult today” just about sums me up right now. The cooking (yes, I’ve actually been making meals, I can’t believe it either), cleaning, laundry and having to be C’s entertainment all day is exhausting. My former reality was way more exciting, and a whole lot more relaxing.
Imagine, a little black book, for food. So clever. Only a phone call away, well really only a button press away and within 25 minutes, voila, your meal appears. No real work involved (except the mental exhaustion of having to choose what you’re “feeling like” to eat), a person appears at your door (with a smile) and food, then they leave no questions asked. It’s almost like the best blind date ever. So given the choice of which black book to choose, is there really one to be made?
Before we really get started on hotel life and room service, let’s correct the faux-pas we’ve already committed. If you can believe it, correct terminology for Room Service is now In-Room Dining. A little more fancy, a little more formal and really a little more self-explanatory. Let’s be honest, ‘room service’ lent itself to being a little more, um, ambiguous, don’t you think?
The best way to describe my expectations for our month long stay at the hotel would be, economical. Just what we need, nothing more and nothing less. So when I walked to the end of the hall and opened the door, I almost fell over backwards. After getting over having our very own foyer, I saw something we still don’t have to this day. A DINING TABLE. I know, I know… boring! What is considered ‘normal’ for most, the six seat formal dining table for just the three of us to take advantage of was glorious. To have so much space just for eating would of been enough, add windows to the ceiling overlooking the city, and you have one happy girl!
As we still squeeze around our 40″ 3 seat round glass table, it’s the little things that we appreciate the most. Our former reality being condo living, moving into 2100 sq/ft of space has been pretty awesome.
Now, if I were an outsider looking in I would bet I didn’t eat at that glorious 6 person dining table more than a handful of times. With restaurants downstairs and living downtown the access we had to food, was endless.
(Apparently, that outsider is single and doesn’t have kids)
Because, yes, yes we did. Every. Single. Day.
You need it. You need it more than a shower some days. In-room dining. Averaging around 106 visits to our room (that’s not even the actual number of food orders) I began to question whether we actually left the room or not (we did, I swear). That number reflects my sanity and her not dying from starvation. (Ok, starvation is definitely pushing it.. maybe chef was right, she’s getting her drama from her mama?) Anyways.
Looking at that number is a reflection of how highly over-confident I was in my daughter’s abilities to sit and play, politely in one area. As my darling threw the glass crayon holder at the 20 foot glass window a foot away, I seriously re-considered most of what I was doing with my life. My stomach bounced so far up my eyes began to well.
So as the glass wall did not come crumbling down and to keep my sanity (her fed) and the peace of every guest, hello in-room dining.
The Spot. When you live off in-room dining, you have “the spot”. The spot is a result of a series of tried locations within your eating/living space, where as a result you find one or two that work best.
In our suite here in Calgary it worked like this: during the day with C and I, the trolley sat just through the foyer, beside the fireplace and against the wall. This allowed minimal tiny finger access making messes bigger than the meal itself.
Life of eating with a toddler is like having one of those sprinklers for your lawn that inches forward slowly only to retreat backwards and start all over again. Each meal you’re waiting for her to default back to her eating habits a week ago. Some days she’s a vegetarian, others a meatatarian or, the best yet, bread and olives please. What?! Thank goodness for an awesome kitchen crew – and chicken fingers.
In the evening it sat along one side of our dining table, giving Chef and I the option of sitting and eating like adults or on the couch, tired parents, in front of the t.v. The latter taking precedent is the reason I, probably, still don’t know what “full service” in-room dining looks like. Living in the hotel you work in, is like living with family. Sometimes’s it’s a bit awkward. And let’s be real, having no other responsibilities for the month and having people you see, talk to and get to know daily set my table and meal for me, seems a little much. The least I could do was bring my food from the tray to the table myself…
As the month moved on our little baby was growing up before our eyes, knowing what hall to walk down and how to insert the key card into the door and sitting at her own grown-up table (booster of course) eating with her fork and spoon, and wait for it, her own water and wine glass. This is when it gets good friends…
Remember those tiny fingers I was talking about? Well they are tiny and strong. It didn’t take her long to realize that her sippy cup didn’t look anything like the glasses we were drinking from. Tall water goblets and wine glasses mainly. What was originally cute and adorable turned into a refusal to drink if it wasn’t from a glass. So, as responsible parents, we waited until she dropped a glass on the marble table to re-think what we’re doing. Even then, we continued to watch her closer while she single handedly lifted the tall and full glass of water to her lips, like the adults do. It wasn’t until we came across the greatest things on earth, plastic camping water and wine glasses, from MEC.
Will you get looks at restaurants as your toddler drinks from her own wine glass? Yes. Do we care? Not if she’s quiet. And the most priceless moment is when those eyes are glaring and your daughter lifts her glass and says “cheers” waiting for you to clink her back!
She’s definitely our kid.