Alternate title: I don't think God wants me to get scabies
We pulled up to our hotel tonight and for the first time ever I said to C, "Tell them your wife's a freak and ask if you can look at the room first." Even at 11:30 with over-tired babies, it looked bad. Then they informed C that because we had not arrived on time, they gave our room away.
So faced with possibly having to continue for several hours or camp at my brother's unfinished house, we left. C kept calling hotels but they were all booked. And then we saw a chain hotel in the distance. When I got into the lobby they had one single, solitary, wonderfully clean room left for almost the same rate as the Bates Motel. And this place has waffles.