I am having a delightful time traveling in the car with three of my sisters. We’re about four hours into our trip, listening to this song, eating hard boiled eggs (me, at least) and seeing this view (ok, and the picture won’t send to my computer, so I guess you won’t get to see the view for now :). I’m getting a good amount of stuff done on writing and reading, which is just lovely. 😉 And now, here’s the next installment to When Life Hands You Lymes.
I was beat by the time we got to the conference center/hotel where we were going to be holding our business meetings. It was only a couple hours from our house, but we were getting there a day early to set up for everything.
The party going on inside soon drove the tiredness out of me. About fifteen of our staff was there, as well as our family. Katie had turned some music on and they were all rushing around, setting up the registration tables, putting together the supply packets and joking and laughing with each other. That’s one thing about our company, we have a lot of fun together.
“What do you mean? How can the rooms not be ready?” Mom’s normally easy going voice had taken on an edge. I stopped behind her, instead of going to her side. I knew from experience now was not a good time to ask her what she wanted for supper. Food is the last thing on her mind when theres a snag in her plans.
I stood there long enough to figure out that the hotel had mistakenly double-booked some of the rooms, and that’s when I quietly faded out of the room. I would just get her a chicken sandwich, that would be quick and easy for her to eat.
That night I was exhausted by the time I headed up to the hotel room Katie and I were sharing. The day hadn’t ended up the way I’d dreamed of, but hey, it was good in it’s own way. My dad has taught us kids from before I could even remember to take bad situations and turn them into good ones. Sometimes that’s challenging, but challenging often means rewarding.
“Don’t you think it’s kinda crazy that we have to start out on such a rotten foot?” Katie was really tired, otherwise she’d never say anything so negative.
“It’s not really that bad.” I double-checked the locks on our hotel room door. Even though it was a high-end, and therefore safe, hotel, I always feel better knowing the door’s locked.
“Not that bad? What about the switch-up with the rooms. Do you know how much hassle that’s causing us?” Katie fluffed up her pillow and then slammed her head down on it. “Mom’s still out there trying to figure it out. We’re supposed to get here and have everything all nice and orderly.”
“It’s only the rooms they’ve messed up.” Yawning, I snuggled underneath the fluffy white comforter.
“That we know of at least.” Katie’s voice was a lot less stressed and a lot more sleepy this time. I could barely make out her last words as a yawn muffled them. I guess the saying about yawns being contagious is true.
The next morning, both Katie and I awoke in a much improved state of mind. That turned out to be a good thing, because the day was great, but it didn’t go according to plan. That didn’t bother me nearly as much as it did dear Kate.
Me? I’m a fly by the seat of my pants kind of girl. I can take changes and be fine with them. Katie, that’s something she has to work on. Naturally, she likes to have everything in it’s place, and everything planned out to a T. Sometimes I marvel that we’re such good friends. She said it’s the bond of being sisters. I know plenty of sisters who don’t get along with each other though. I’m not complaining of course, I love Katie to bits.