So I'm back. Exhausted. Not so much from the activity of Parents' Weekend, but from the fact that I can NEVER sleep in hotels. No matter how lovely and comfy the room is.
First night we were in bed fairly early as the Queenager had a paper to write, my mother was jet-lagged and I will grab any opportunity to lie in bed not doing laundry. Unfortunately, the family in the next room had the same idea, so all 42 of them lay in a bed right next to my head and talked till about midnight. I couldn't even bang on the wall in righteous annoyance as they weren't being particularly raucous. The walls were just paper thin. Add to that the fact that the room seemed to have heat but no air-conditioning, and you have a very uncomfortable room. I woke up medium rare.
Cue lots of cover up for the under eye bags in the morning.
There's a lot of construction going on around my daughter's campus at the moment. Apart from the fact that they are allowed to start banging at 7am during the week (What the what?), when they were supposed to be quiet at the weekend, most of the enormous pieces of machinery were clanging in the wind, - all night. At first I thought it was thunder, but then I realized it wasn't actually thundering. I even got up and checked the weather thing on my phone. Not a cloud in the vicinity. And of course once you know it's a noise that's not part of nature, and not supposed to be happening, you just stay awake reminding yourself of this wrong. Or is that just me?
..we had a lovely time with the Queenager and we're now getting lots of sleep in Chicago.