We checked out of our hotel in Brisbane this morning.
We had outstayed our welcome clearly. There was no please stay with us again. Instead the receptionist’s already screwed up face just screwed up some more when I said I couldn’t find my credit card. (Lil D had removed everything from my wallet on Friday night after the LOLLY INCIDENT)
I could tell she was in two minds whether to tell me just to take my screaming toddler and disappear or endure the pain of me ratting through the abyss that is my handbag looking for it.
I found it. She smiled back ever so sarcastically as I handed it over.
I must admit, I have never experienced anything quiet like us this weekend either. It seems we were all on fire while Miss M convalesced across the road in her hospital bed.
I have just attempted to explain to Nanny MMM some of the shit that went on and I swear she didn’t believe me.
So just to recap for you all,lets just take a wander down the memory lane that was the Queen’s Birthday Weekend 2013.
❗Lil D threw such a spectacular tantrum Friday night while we tried to eat at a Chinese Resturant, the manager gave him a bowl of lollies to shut up. He ate them all up with gusto and we finished our meal.
❗Due to the sugar high Lil D was mental until about 11.30pm that night. He bounced off everything and threw all and sundry out of my wallet (hence card drama on checkout). A grenade would of caused less damage.
❗We sat next to 4 Priests at breakfast on Saturday. I think they may of started praying for us in our presence.
❗Lil D spent the day with Mr MMM visiting friends and licking all surfaces and people he could. I have no idea what that is about. Apparently he is now a lizard.
❗Saturday evening we ate in and ordered pizza. It was delicious. All was happy until Lil D picked up the room phone and called reception asking for Granny Pig. Reception wasn’t impressed.
❗Sunday morning Mr MMM had to leave us to head back home as he had to go on call. 🙁 This left one adult to a toddler that really needed a 5 person supervision team.
❗Miss M’s discharge was late and we didn’t get home from the hospital until 6pm that night. The kids were all fed up but I was ravenous. I pushed the stroller laden with the feral toddler and luggage and held onto the sick girls hand all the way back to the hotel as no taxi would fricken have us.
❗Rang for room service back at the hotel for … An hour? No answer. Then discovered they weren’t open on a Sunday night. With two sleeping kids, I then become HANGRY.
❗This morning … I stomped down to the hotel restaurant for breakfast with one little girl a little under the weather and a toddler that was licking everything and screaming he was a lizard.
❗Thus said toddler then threw a spectacular tantrum whilst I was trying to swallow a coffee and inhale some bacon.
❗Asian boy band arrives in restaurant for breakfast.
❗Asian boy band drinking cans of Smirnoff with their bacon.
❗Asian boy band started laughing at screaming toddler whom was doing some sort of ninja turtle spin on the floor.
❗Mother of toddler glares at boy band. Bored holes in their laughing heads infact.
If only they had of shared their Smirnoff with her … Then they would HAVE all been able to have a laugh.
Ps … How was your weekend?