Stop! No! You’re going to get hurt. You never listen. You’re being bad. Oh my God! You need to get off of there. Listen to me! Get over here right now! If you don’t stop that, you’re going to bed right now! Stop hitting your sister! For two hours this is what we heard from the next hotel room, along with doors slamming, children and adults screaming, banging on the headboard, fighting, and hitting. I don’t expect parents to be perfect or to have all the answers, I can certainly tell you I’m far from perfect and I can tell you with even more certainty that I don’t have even half of the answers, but I do expect them to be aware of their surroundings and exhibit some parenting skills.
We’re staying at a luxury resort for the weekend and it’s fabulous. Tastefully decorated with exceptional service and amenities, it’s a great getaway destination. The view is dream-like and the comfortable linens wrap around my body like a perfectly sized wedding band. Our day was heavenly; we relaxed, swam, dined, and reveled in the beauty that surrounded us. It was transcendent, until we tried to put Athena down for bed. Then, all Hell broke loose.
Athena was fantastic, regardless of the later bedtime. She played happily in the bathtub, put on her pajamas, and climbed into bed. When we first heard the loud noises coming from the next room, we just tried to ignore them. It was, after all, only 8 pm. By 10 pm, however, we’d heard enough empty threats from the mother and yelling from the father to know that they weren’t going to settle down any time soon.
We called the front desk and they were responsive, offering a variety of solutions. They quickly knocked on the door to rectify the situation but it never made a difference. I’m not sure how it could because the parents were obviously not in control of the situation. We can’t blame the fantastic hotel; they’re not the ones with the bad parenting skills. We also shouldn’t be expected to change rooms; again, we’re not the ones exhibiting zero parenting skills. (I would have been mortified if a hotel clerk knocked on our door and I can guarantee I would have managed the noise immediately.)
It’s now 11 pm and I still hear never-ending yelling, empty threats, and the even more constant jumping and banging noises. Do we continue to call the front desk? Do we knock on their door and ask for some common courtesy? Or do we keep our daughter up all night because of the continuous noise?
You want to be a good parent and you want to be a friend and it’s hard to be both. You have to balance it as well as you can and letting your children run wild with no regard for others is not balance. I don’t take the job of being a parent lightly. Who Athena is, what she’ll become and what she’ll contribute to the world is very important to me. It all starts at home, or in this case the hotel room.
Share your good parenting skills here and maybe the next time your at a hotel you can sleep peacefully.