A Day in the Life: Part Two

So, after a night of waking up basically every hour on the hour with an enormously grumpy Too, I have made the executive decision to leave this God-forsaken hotel for our Lexington home. Granted, I am leaving my husband behind for a house with an empty refrigerator (yes, I really just compared leaving Tim to an empty fridge), but I cannot spend one more night here. Yeah. It's gotten that bad. I take peace in knowing that the guests of floor two will sleep peacefully tonight for possibly the first time all week and may actually be able to enjoy their complimentary continental breakfast sans Lils and her habitual touching of everything. (You're welcome.) Going home promises a whole different set of pleasantries, but I'll share those at a later date. 

One other side note before I get into the goods: I went to Crossfit last night and barely made it out alive. The only thing that kept me alive was the thought of breaking your dear hearts if I did die. You'd miss me, and you know it. That being said, I am currently in more pain than I really care to dialogue about, and that's that.

A Day in the Life: Part One

So before I really delve into the awesomeness that is a day in my fabulous, enviable life at the ultra-modern Franklin Hampton Inn, I thought it best to provide a few minor introductions. 

Obviously, we all know me. I'm originally from small-town Ohio, but I've lived all over, which is a post for another day... I have been married to my husband Tim since October 2008. He is a chef and the main reason for all of this incessant moving. We have two girls. Our honeymoon baby Lillian just turned three, and "baby sister" Tristan is pushing four months. For the sake of convenience, we will call them Lils and Too (Tristan's initials), respectively. 

A Step-By-Step Guide to Getting Kicked Out of Your Hotel

We have spent the last eight out of ten days living in the Hampton Inn of Franklin, Kentucky. It's less fun than it sounds. In fact, I'm fairly certain that we are going to be asked to leave rather unceremoniously before our tenure here is up... As such, I am providing you with a comprehensive guide to just that: getting kicked out of your hotel in one week or less.