I do it quite frequently. I think when you are the mother of two young boys you really don't have much of a choice but to look like a jackass often. What sucks is when you have to do it in front of people that you actually know. Or in this instance, are related too.
The family packed up and headed to Laramie, Wyoming last weekend for my husband's family reunion. For those of us not from Laramie a hotel room block was set up at the 5-star AmericInn (ok, maybe its only 2 stars, or 1.5...) where it turned out Travis and I were the only two lodgers with kids. All the other family members were either smart enough to leave their kids at home or old enough to just sit back and be entertained by our devils.
Entertaining they were! Running through the halls banging on doors, piling up their plates at the free breakfast buffet with enough food to feed a college fraternity house, dancing in their bathing suits from the hotel room to the pool, stealing cookies from the front desk, kicking the crap out of each other while fighting over the phone playing a movie. You get the point.
But the most entertaining portion of the weekend came on our final morning as we were getting ready for the family reunion picnic. I left my kids with Travis at the breakfast buffet while I ran up to take a shower. With a wet head, wearing my pajama's I heard a knock on the door and answered it to find Jackson and Trey. They were bored with breakfast and wanted to take the dog for a walk (yes, I made the trip even more torturous by bringing Boone along). I told them to wait on their dad only to hear the door shut behind me and realize Jackson had marched back out on his own. Out I go to reprimand him for not listening when I realize the door has shut behind me and I have no key. Trey also realizes this and begins screaming at the top of his lungs from the other side of the door. Followed by Boone barking at full volume alongside him.
Did I mention our room was on a balcony looking directly over the lobby? The same lobby where Travis' entire family sat looking up at me with a wet head, pj's, one kid running away from me and another locked in our room with a barking dog? They all had a front row seat to see me dash down the stairs, scream at the front desk for a new key, dash back up and rescue the family. In other words, looking like a jackass... AGAIN!