When Doug and I took vacations pre-kids, all we really cared about was whether there was an on-site bar, and a TV and king size bed in our room. Now that three kids are included, and I don't really enjoy spending a week with my family sharing one bathroom and being crammed into a space the size of my bedroom at home, I have definitely figured out what additional amenities are nice to have, and what is absolutely-can't-live-without-it necessary.
Really, Really Nice to Have:
- Three bedrooms
- At least two bathrooms, with double sinks
- Full size refrigerator in a full size kitchen
- On-site crack dealer
- In room washer & dryer
- No one else staying at the resort
- Room service
- Twice-a-day housekeeping
- Several heated pools
- Two bug-free bedrooms
- Two bathrooms, with toilets that don't run continuously
- Mini fridge that isn't already stocked with $10 miniature bottles of booze
- On-site washer & dryer
- Balcony, so when I smoke a joint it doesn't stink up the room
- A pool that's warmer than 70 degrees
- Neighbors that don't fly a Confederate flag.
- Housekeeping that shows up and doesn't leave dirty rags on the floor
- The little sign on the back of my pool chair that says "Need Drink. NOW!"
Before the days of checked baggage fees, I could bring tons of clothes and always thought that doing laundry while on vacation was a sign of insanity. It's only a week, right? But now that the kids are bigger, and sweatier, the thought of having dirty clothes sit untouched for an entire week gives me seizures.
On-site coin operated laundry is fine, but having an in-room washer and dryer is a luxury that I will never, ever take for granted. To be able to throw in a load of tennis clothes, sandy swimsuits, or a shirt that I might have dribbled a drink on pushes my vacation brain into a new level of relaxation. Keeping this in mind, I'm trying to figure out how I voluntarily booked a week in Tucson last year, at a resort that doesn't have any laundry facilities anywhere on-site.
Not wanting to waste vacation time sitting at a laundromat, I instead washed out sweaty tennis clothes, swimsuits, and workout clothes in the bathtub. Since the air was so dry outside, I could hang the washed clothes on the balcony and they would be dry in about 12 minutes. No, it wasn't glamorous, but I saved a lot of quarters and justified a lot of extra cocktails.
This year, I informed Zach that I am, without a doubt, checking us all into a resort that has a washer and dryer in the room. He seemed bewildered by my excitement, and pointed out the fact that even though we didn't have a washer and dryer in Tucson, he always had clean tennis clothes.
"You had clean clothes because I washed them in the bathtub every evening." Why was I shocked that he didn't realize this?
"Really? You did that? Wow, that must have been a huge pain. I just thought they, well, I don't really know what I thought. Well, thanks. That's cool that you did that."
I think I actually wiped a tear from my eye, and am still in shock.