FROM THE EDITOR’S DESK: Kids and hotels don’t mix
I remember my first ever time to stay in a hotel. It was a trip to the Chattanooga aquarium with my uncle. I couldn’t have been older than 7 or 8. He got deathly ill when we got there. We didn’t make it to the aquarium but we checked into a hotel because he couldn’t drive.
I had more fun in the hotel than any trip to the aquarium.
I took pictures of everything. Took a picture of myself in the mirror taking a picture. Took a picture of our 10th-story view. Took a picture of the bathroom. Each bed. The TV. Took a picture of the carpet. Took a picture of the little table. You get the point. We had four disposable cameras to use on the fish and otters and I used them on beds and carpet. Thrilling.
That brings me to modern day. Holly and I took the kids to a Braves game Saturday for Cole’s 8th birthday and we checked into a hotel in Adairsville and drove home Sunday. It was like watching me all over again.
Once we got into our room it was like Cole and Gracie had both drank Sun Drop laced with speed. They bounced off walls, yelled and screamed. Calming them down was a tough task.
What makes kids go so crazy in a hotel room?
Holly made a good point. It must be all of the things we don’t have at home – like a TV, refrigerator, beds and a bathroom …
The TV was a 27-inch flat screen. Cole has a 32-inch flat screen in his own room yet he marveled at the sheer size of this TV as soon as we got in the room.
“A fridge!” they scream.
Yes, we have one at home about 10 times the size of this one, kids.
So what is it exactly that drives kids nuts at a hotel? It’s like watching a cat trying to get at catnip. They don’t stop.
I can’t say I blame them. I was the exact same way. Except with a sick uncle I was allowed to order gourmet-priced room service. I did not, however, get to go swimming in the hotel pool during that first stay. But with a spare hour or so before bedtime, we took the kids down to let them wear themselves down in the pool a little. They raced and jumped and swam. But no, they didn’t calm down. It was almost as if this hotel was feeding them energy.
Eventually they settled down and fell asleep. I think the continental breakfast the next morning killed the excitement of the hotel. They can’t cook like Josh can.
But before breakfast is served the questions still remains – what is it about hotels that drive kids nuts?
-Josh Peterson is the editor of the Manchester Times . He has won TPA awards for his writing and photography. He can be reached by email at firstname.lastname@example.org or by telephone at 931-728-7577 ext. 105. Follow him on Twitter @joshpeterson29