The Love Hotel


Ever get the feeling your kids could see something you couldn’t? Sometimes it makes me feel like the Emperor in Hans Christian Anderson’s “The Emperors New Clothes” and other times it makes me laugh at life and myself loud and long.

I had so much fun picking out paint and finding the items needed for our bathroom project, scouring for deals and bargains. We did a really neat thing for very little money—the room makes me smile when I enter it. Don installed some sconces that I picked up and we thought they’d work out great. When he turned on the lights, a soft wash of light bathed the room.

“I think it’s too dark in here. Vic”

“hmmmm…. Yeah… it is kind of dark in here,” I mused.

Don looked at himself in the mirror. “I have an orange face.”

Ha! He did. We decided to leave them up until we could find something else.

A little later, Sam came in, headed down the hallway and flipped on the bathroom lights.

“Aaagghh!” He cried.

Don and I began to smile.

“I feel like I’m in The Love Hotel,” he proclaimed!

I couldn’t stop laughing. I mean, I’d try, but then the laughter would bubble up unbidden every few moments. I’m laughing as I write this.

I think I’m going to leave up the lights and start calling our home The Love Hotel.