In Halls Gap, I rudely claimed the master bedroom for Tim and myself.
If I was polite, I would have had a prior conversation with my friend.
I would have said, Which bedroom do you want?
My friend would have probably said, I don't know. Which one do you want?
We would have danced the dance of niceness and decency.
But no. I didn't even ask.
I don't think I'm usually that rude. It's just I really wanted that room. I wanted the ensuite toilet. I pee a lot at night. I wanted a toilet that belonged to my family only. I'm weird like that.
I rationalized my behavior with the fact that for two nights my friend was going to be alone—no husband. Why should a single occupant get the fancy room?
Then I realized that maybe the fancy master bedroom wasn't so great.
It was a loft.
There was no wall separating it from downstairs—the kitchen and the den.
I felt a lack of privacy.
Worse, there was no protection from the noise of the TV and conversation.
I thought of asking my friend to trade. But Tim had seemed pleased about having the room. I was too lazy to unpack. AND I'd feel like such a loser. Yeah, Tracey. I know I rudely took the room without even asking you if you want it. But hey, I changed my mind now. You take it.
So no. We stayed.
But I moved into the closet.
There was a mattress in there against the wall.
Upon my request, Tim took it down for me.
I slept there during our four nights in Halls Gap.
It wasn't fancy, but it was actually quite nice.
It was cozy and I was comfortable.
I felt like Harry Potter, which is kind of funny because my behavior had been more like Dudley Dursley's.
If I was polite, I would have had a prior conversation with my friend.
I would have said, Which bedroom do you want?
My friend would have probably said, I don't know. Which one do you want?
We would have danced the dance of niceness and decency.
But no. I didn't even ask.
I don't think I'm usually that rude. It's just I really wanted that room. I wanted the ensuite toilet. I pee a lot at night. I wanted a toilet that belonged to my family only. I'm weird like that.
I rationalized my behavior with the fact that for two nights my friend was going to be alone—no husband. Why should a single occupant get the fancy room?
Then I realized that maybe the fancy master bedroom wasn't so great.
It was a loft.
There was no wall separating it from downstairs—the kitchen and the den.
I felt a lack of privacy.
Worse, there was no protection from the noise of the TV and conversation.
I thought of asking my friend to trade. But Tim had seemed pleased about having the room. I was too lazy to unpack. AND I'd feel like such a loser. Yeah, Tracey. I know I rudely took the room without even asking you if you want it. But hey, I changed my mind now. You take it.
So no. We stayed.
But I moved into the closet.
There was a mattress in there against the wall.
Upon my request, Tim took it down for me.
I slept there during our four nights in Halls Gap.
It wasn't fancy, but it was actually quite nice.
It was cozy and I was comfortable.
I felt like Harry Potter, which is kind of funny because my behavior had been more like Dudley Dursley's.
You were so not rude at all whatsoever. I fully expected you guys to have that room (and truth be told I was relieved as the cobwebs freaked me out). It made perfect sense but I didn't realise you really truly did the Harry Potter thing. I thought you were just joking. hahaaa. You're so cute :-)
ReplyDeleteTracey,
ReplyDeleteYou're so sweet.
Were there less cobwebs downstairs?
I kind of didn't understand why the cleaners hadn't vacuumed and dusted more, Was it supposed to add to the rustic charm of the whole thing?
you slept in the closet? I didn't know this post was going to be autobiographical ♥
ReplyDeleteIt is kinda weird that you slept in the closet.. (maybe it was a big closet?)
HappyOrganist,
ReplyDeleteYeah. It was a nice big closet.
It was a huge closet!
ReplyDeleteThe cleaning thing...the bathroom and the kitchen were very clean but other aspects were not at all. I mean it was cleaner than my house but I was a bit surprised too. The cobwebs ... well the cathedral ceilings make it hard to clean. There weren't any downstairs :-)