So, I think I got a little too adventurous this past weekend for my two year old’s liking!  My husband had planned to be away on a ‘guy’s trip’ this past Saturday, so I planned for my mom and my two daughters (ages 2 & 6) to retreat to Pacifica for an overnight beach trip.

‘This will be awesome,’ I thought… ‘Just us girls’.  Wishful thinking?  No way!  Well, at least sort of.

The drive went off without a hitch.  Got to the beach and the girls played for hours in the sand while my mom and I relaxed… it was a beautiful day and I felt truly lucky.  After our beach frolicking, shopping and dinner, it was time to check into our hotel.  Thus the complications began!!!

Being the ‘fun Mommy’ that I TRY to be, I reserved a room with an indoor spa for four.  Mind you I am a Mom of two true mermaids, so I thought this would surely entertain them, after all this IS a ‘family friendly’ hotel. However, I am still a very respectful patron… when my kids started running back and forth in the room, I quickly reminded them that we are ‘sharing walls’ and we could not run and scream that night.  Yes, I did have to remind them several times of this factor… but for the most part, my kids were on the respectful train with Mommy!

That was until about 10:30 pm when I decided it was time for bed.  My oldest hopped in bed without any whining! Fabulous!  My youngest was NOT going along for that ride.  As soon as I turned off the lights, she started pointing to things in the room through the darkness, squealing ‘What is that?!’

“Just a smoke alarm, just the curtains, just the air conditioner…” and on and on it went. Followed by tears… and then followed by wailing! “I want to go home!” she cried.  ‘She was SO good all day,’ I thought, ‘Why this, why now?!’

Being the respectful hotel guest that I am, I grabbed my keys and a blanket and trudged out to my car with my kid in tow- screaming her head off!  I kept trying to reassure her that everything was fine… we were having a slumber party with her grandma and sister… we were on a fun girls trip, etc… nothing worked, until I finally LIED. “Honey, there is a baby sleeping in the hotel and if you keep crying you are going to wake that poor baby up!” I stated quite sternly!  

“Baby?!” said my two-year old. “YES! Baby!” I confirmed.  “Ok Mommy, we go back inside!” she smiled, wiping her tears away.  And although we did have to go back and watch cartoons for a little bit, every reminder that “THAT BABY” was sleeping prompted my daughter to pipe down when began to whimper again.

The next morning she was perfectly fine… we all were.  But we were so ready to go back home!!