Tired and emotionally drained after a morning visiting my mother at the skilled nursing facility where she resides, my husband and I stopped back at the hotel to relax before the family event that had brought us to California that weekend – the celebration of my mom’s 93rd birthday.
Multiple buses in the parking lot and a packed elevator were the first hints our hotel was not the quiet oasis anticipated. Greeting us on our floor was a hallway of high school “jocks” in various states of floor-sitting and wall-leaning; some engaged in what looked like homework, others texting, chatting, snacking, or napping.
With the exception of one or two rooms, the floor was transformed. With a dorm-like ambiance, doors were opened to the hallway for easy access, exposing the clothes-dropped-on-floors shared rooms of teenage boys.
I tried to be opened minded – really, I did. However, (continue reading →)