Forgetful Mummy

We get a little tired us mums don’t we?  Between looking after the children, organising the house and in my case working and studying, it can get a little tiring, so I was really looking forward to the recent long weekend.  Hubby and I decided to spend a night in Bendigo with the little one.  Mainly so we could see the Grace Kelly Exhibition, but also to have some time away.  I booked a great little hotel, not far from the town centre and we had a lovely drive up and a great lunch at a local café when we arrived.  The day was going well and at 4pm we thought we should check into our hotel. 

Driving to the hotel I was thinking how I couldn’t wait to kick off the shoes, relax on the big hotel bed and zone out for while.  We arrived at the hotel and I went inside to check-in, and although the receptionist was lovely she uttered those words that no mother, with a weary toddler wants to hear…..”We don’t have a booking under that name”.

I explained that I had called only a week prior, booked the room and left my credit card details, she double checked and triple checked but still could not find anything.  I, of course did not print out any paperwork to prove my booking, preferring to rely on my memory (which will never, ever, happen again). She called around a few other hotels – but no, no one had a booking for me and no one had a spare room available – it seemed the town was all booked out!

My blood pressure was rising.  After a few more calls and a few emails we managed to find a room in town.  The hotel was actually really nice and central, but as it was the last room available they could only give us the disabled room – meaning all door handles etc. were toddler height!  My little one could open the front door of our room with ease and just make his way out for a wander down the road! 

We survived the night, had a great time at the Grace Kelly exhibition and arrived back home to Melbourne safely.  Today, two days later, I had an invoice arrive for me, from a hotel in Bendigo that I had booked, charging me for not turning up!

What quirky, forgetful things have you done as a mum?