I didn't run away.

The room is blissfully quiet.  The television doesn't immediately go on to Nick, Jr.  There isn't a rush to go downstairs to the pool.  I take my clothes out of my suitcase and put them away.  I laugh and think of Rachel and our last vacation involving a hotel room.  She was very taken with the empty drawers and wanted to put away every one's stuff as best as a 2 year old can do.

I can open the door freely with my key card without having someone yell..."Let me, let me me open the door!"  I don't have to worry about my dear Rachel pressing several buttons in the elevator while I hope that several passengers hope that she is "cute".

Ching and the girls don't do the annoying pillow fight game with the superfluous bed pillows.  I am the only person in this hotel room as opposed to four.  I am amazed at the amount of room that I have.

And for food options, I don't have to check the room service menu for kid's options.  Well, I don't have to but I do knowing that Laurel would order the grilled cheese and Rachel would want to order the cheese pizza from the adult section of the menu (and only end up eating off of Ching and my plate.)

I didn't run away.  I am travelling for work and I am in alone in my hotel room. Tonight was a free night and I could have done anything social--dinner with people, watching sports with people, etc.  But I don't choose to be with people.  I just want to enjoy this space.  I order a ridiculously priced room service meal and keep to myself.  While I have to sully my solitude with work, I can't help but appreciate this little bit of time.  Of course, I just got here.  By Wednesday, I will want to see my best girls...and even Ching.