June 13, 2014
Just hosted
my first clients, a wonderful family of five.
Mom, day and three under 13. Oh
my. I’ve never seen children so calm and
loving towards each other or well behaved.
The toddler goes to bed at 6:30 and is up around 7ish. What the hell did I screw up with mine? Satan and Beelzebub never slept thru the
night and they fought. This weekend, I
was in the presence of Stepford kids and I both loved and shook my head in
wonder at them. Darned perfect
parents.
With that
said, I learned a lot about myself this weekend. I am looking to be of service and pamper
couples who want to be pampered.
Travelers just want to be left alone mostly and I sit by like an
annoying mother hen, waiting to serve, feed and pamper. If they have youngsters to cater to, or they
are too busy to be pampered, well I’m just annoying, waiting to pounce, vulture
like. No one wants that. I’m like the BnB stalker lady. Also, why didn’t anyone tell me that BnB
owners without staff have to do all their own laundry and cleaning. What the hell! It didn’t help that the day prior, I had just
received all my beds, and mattresses and duvet covers and mattress covers and
sheets and pillowcases. Some kind person
suggested I wash everything as there were a few wrinkles. What a wonderfully time consuming good idea
that was. The only think is, drying did
not take out the wrinkles but introduced 3000 more. Now my new beds looked like homeless people
had borrowed the sheets for a month.
What a disaster. I ended up
“happily” like the the troll, no, the dwarf- probably Grumpy or Fed Up from
Sleeping Beauty, ironed the one for the main bedroom but ran out of time for
the other four beds.
I finished all the setup a half hour
before they arrived so by the time they were at the door, I just wanted to
scream, take to your rooms and don’t ever come out. J Of course I couldn’t take out my exhaustion
from the last two months on them and rather served hot chocolate chip cookies
and lemonade.
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