We’re heading home tomorrow but stopping halfway in Knoxville for the night because it’s a nine-hour drive from West Tennessee to Charlotte.
Most of the time he loves taking a bath, and he needs a bath right now, but he’s not getting one tonight. I have to find a way to kill an hour or so when we get to the hotel and there’s nothing for him to play with. If he feels sticky, he’ll definitely want a bath.
He gets tired of the disconnected hotel-room phone after a while, and jumping on the beds only lasts so long. And there are only so many pages in the tourist guides to tear apart and only a few plastic-wrapped styrofoam coffee cups to chew on.
We can only run up and down the hallways a handful of times before people complain, and hotels don’t get Sprout or Nick Jr.
He’s looking forward to the trip, though. Because he misses his mom and knows she’ll be waiting for him when we ge home.