What I learned from living in a hotel for 6 weeks

So. Here we are 6 weeks later. We have been in Chile for SIX WEEKS. Seems long. We are finally getting out of the hotel. FINALLY. We sign for the apartment tomorrow and move in Friday. Let me tell you. People think "ooo hotel living. How fun and easy, its like a vacation". Those people must not be parents. Hotel living with a 3 year old is the opposite of a vacation. But I did learn a few things (good and bad). 

1. I am semi-claustrophobic. I didnt know this about myself. Living in a child's sized shoe box with 2 people really got to me. I had no space. I longed for wide, open spaces like the kind you might find in a house. With separate rooms. I wanted to dance like this in a kitchen. 

Sadly, it wasnt happening. And dont get me wrong, I love my two people a ton but their constant close-ness was irritating at best. Turns out I really like to be alone. I've been grumpy, as my 3 year old pointed out. Ouch. I need an attitude adjustment, ahem.   

2. Ah the constant close-ness. Got old quick. I dont think this one needs any more explanation. I would like my own room at the apartment please, you two figure it out. 

3. I really like cooking and cleaning. Now hold on a minute. I know what you are thinking. But heres the thing. When you cannot cook or clean or do anything productive it starts to feel weird. Turns out (even though I complain) I really enjoy preparing meals for my family and I like maintaining a house hold. Maybe I should have been born in the 50's. 

4. Breakfast. OK this one seems easy. But in a hotel you have to get dressed, go up 11 stories, get a table and sit down. And the very minute you get the little person set up with food and flag down the coffee guy for a "cafe con leche", inevitably the little person will say something like "I need more juice" or "I need to go potty". And this is all before you have had ONE sip of coffee. I just want to drink coffee in my pjs where the little person can skip off to the bathroom alone to peepee. Is that really asking so much?

5. Last but not least. I learned that starting my day intentionally is important. I like to get up an hour or so before Curly girl does. I can have coffee, watch some news, get a good start on the day and make a plan. In the hotel I start my day reacting. Meaning, I get up when she does so I dont wake her. So I start off my day reacting to what she is doing. Me no likey. 
take aways:
Personal space is good. 

End of summer time blues

So husband is now working. It was nice to have him home for the first 4 weeks we were here. So now during the day its just me and the kiddo. She has school every day here which is nice. I am itching to get back into a routine that somewhat resembles normal. Once we are out of the hotel (did I mention we are STILL in the hotel over 6 weeks later? sigh...) I think our mornings will be a lot less stressful. The hotel is just not close to her school and being that I have no car that is tricky. (Let's be honest tho, even if I did have a car I would not drive here.)We take the metro which is cool but it gets old. And this morning I realized something. Summer vacations are coming to an end and people are back in the city at work. The metro was PACKED. Like, we had to stand on the stairs, no room on the platform, had to wait for 2 trains to even get on one kind of packed. So I think that until we get into an apartment we will be walking to school. I just cannot do that every morning. I dread to think about what it will be like first week of March when the schools are all back in session. *shudder*
But see it is very much a damned if we do and damned if we dont kind of thing about the apartment. It is hot outside. Real hot. And the hotel has AC, but the apartment will not. There is no good answer here. But I have been eating take out for the last 5 weeks+ so I think that I can probably buy some fans and be ok with it.