Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Bedding Down

In about an hour - less, if I'm lucky - I'm going to do something I've longed to do for the last four nights. I'm going to put on my pajamas and crawl into my own beloved bed.

We (my husband, our two girls, and moi) spent the last few days on the road. On Friday we shoved suitcases into the van and drove six hours to a hotel where three of us shared a king bed and one slept on the World's Lumpiest Foldout Sofa. Saturday and Sunday nights were spent fighting my husband for space in a standard-issue double bed. I love my husband very much, but we are king-size people, and I'm not just talking about our usual mattress. Putting the two of us in a double is like shoving two marshmallows into your mouth at once: it can be done, but something, somewhere is going to overflow.

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Monday night was quite a bit better. The hotel was in one of my favorite places in the world (Niagara Falls!), the room was big enough that the girls and hubby and I could all be upright at the same time, and the building was very nicely laid out - no mazes to run to find the breakfast room, no treasure maps required to locate the ice machine. Best of all, there were two queen-size beds, each topped with crisp white sheets and comforters wrapped in luscious cranberry-colored duvets. At last I had enough room to sprawl across the bed almost as much as I do at home. If only the mattress hadn't been so hard that it could have been used in place of a brick in a karate demonstration ....

Ah, but soon - very soon - I'll be in my own bed. In the king-size mattress that is kind of old and, yes, somewhat lumpy, but they're MY lumps. I'll snuggle down between a flannel-covered featherbed and a flannel-covered down puff. I'll tug my pillow into place (without needing to arrange five other pillows in the process) and curl up on my side and think, yet again, that traveling would be a lot more enjoyable if only I could bring my own bed on the journey.

Ahhhh. Insert a very happy smile here. No wonder I write about home and family :-)

Tell me, what do you miss most when you have to leave your home behind?

11 comments:

Mary Preston said...

I pack so much when I travel that there is not too much to miss. If I am travelling with my daughter we even pack food. (She needs a strict Gluten Free diet for her health.)

kris said...

LOL, Mary, sometime it FEELS like I'm bringing the whole house! And - you mean not everyone brings a ton of food with them?

Colleen C. said...

Oh none of the beds ever feel as good as the one at home... what do I miss when I am away from home... my animals!

kris said...

Colleen, yes! Home beds are best. And I'm sure if I had animals I would miss them horribly.

Molly Herwood said...

Sometimes, especially after a long day, I crawl into my bed and just moan because my body gets such a rush of pleasure from my bed (and get your mind out of the gutter!).

Snookie said...

I was gone for 15 days in December and 6 more in January and I don't know that when I was on the trips that I felt like I was really missing anything, but it sure was nice to get back home when we were done traveling. I think what helped is the first trip we rented a house instead of a hotel. Cost was the same per night and we had three bedrooms, full kitchen/dining/living room. Bliss while on vacation! The second trip I was helping my son move back home from school.

kris said...

Molly, I can't help where my mind goes!

Snookie, we have rented houses too and I agree - it's the most comfortable option out there. It makes such a huge difference in terms of comfort!

Kaelee said...

I miss my cats when I don't sleep at home. I also miss being able to get up and go onto my computer at anytime.

kris said...

Kaelee, yes, the computer!!! It's always such a treat to come home to the regular, everyday computer!

Jo's Daughter said...

Don't travel much, like the cottage more than anything. But I would really miss my cat, my bookcase packed with keepers. Just all those little things I surround myself with because of memories. A candle holder, a picture dad gave me one birthday, my plants, perhaps also my brandnew made by mom crochet coathangers...
Everything has so many memories attached, that it feels part of me & I'd miss that cozy vibe surrounding me :) There really is no place like home for me!

kris said...

Jo's Daughter, I SOOO agree. If not for those pesky children who insist on going to school in far-flung places, I swear I would never leave. Let's hear it for the comfort and memories of home!

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