Business travel can be tough, but it has one major upside. At home, the baby is always up earlier than I’d like. Some nights he does better than others, but there’s no guarantee he’ll sleep through the night. As the lactating parent (which, honestly, is what the baby wants) I tend to be the one experiencing this middle-of-the-night and wee hours quality time.
This makes a night in a hotel room an exquisite experience. I go to sleep when I want to go to sleep. I can be pretty sure that, barring a fire in the hotel, I’ll be able to stay in my bed until morning. And I will get up at the time I decide to get up! How amazing is that!
It becomes my little treat to get as much sleep as possible. Last night I was in bed at 10:30 and I started drifting in and out — nature’s snooze button — around 6 a.m. I got up for good just before 7.
To be honest, the night prior wasn’t that bad. I went down around 10:30 and while there was noise at 5 a.m., I was able to go back to sleep, and the baby got up for good at 6. The two nights before were tough, though. Sunday to Monday he woke up three times. Monday to Tuesday he was down, but I was traveling for work and didn’t get to bed until 11:30. He was up at 5. Fortunately I was able to take a 1-hour nap in the afternoon (a perk of working from home).
Nonetheless, knowing that I will be able to sleep a full night is a wonderful thing. I know, from raising three other babies, that I will get there again, probably before too long. In the meantime, there are hotel rooms, spread out every two weeks or so in my life — primarily because I’m traveling for work, but as a bonus they help me soldier through.
Photo: Hotels have fascinating art installations too. This one, “Seasons,” is made up of hundreds of little bamboo spools, suspended by threads from a web to look like a trunk. Kind of mesmerizing in person.