Not so Relaxing

There are many things that I like to do that most don't. One of those is going to conferences. Now don't get me wrong, there are some conferences that are boring, but for the most part, I love to learn new things and meet new people. I know...I'm a nerd! It's ok, because my latest conference was in Starkville...the land that God blessed specifically. He did not bless all the sports teams there, but when he created a bulldog, he rested and said, it is well!

Anyway, when you go to a conference, you get the joy of staying in a hotel room. And usually, that is a little bit a relaxing time. You can do what you want for a couple of days, free from the outside world. I don't like missing time with my husband or my child, but sleeping in a big bed all by myself once a year is a little bit of a guilty pleasure. So when I got to go to the Legal Issues Conference last week at MSU, I was nerding out, and excited about a little relaxing time alone...

My relaxing time went from amazing to awful in a matter of 3 seconds. As an adult I'm sure you have not spent a great deal of time in the floor of a hotel bathroom. Let me set the scene for you. This was my final night in the hotel. I had spent the entire day in meetings and breakout sessions, so by 5:30 I was ready to go to my room and do nothing. I put on my comfy clothes, ate in the room, and caught up on reading and netfilx. I lost track of time and realized that it was 9:30. I wanted to paint my fingernails (without a 3 year old there to "help" me) and do a pore mask. I got out the fingernail polish and like a slow motion scene, it flew out of my hands, polish flying, and SPLAT on the floor the bottle and its contents spilled. When I say spilled, it went on the vanity, the towels, the floor, in the shower, all over my hands-EVERYWHERE. I started to mildly freak out, but wiped some of the contents up with wipes I had on hand. But after 30 seconds, the paint (that mind you, takes 30 minutes to dry on my fingernails) started to meld with the floor, rendering the wipes useless.

The scene of the crime-after I tried cleaning with the Makeup wipe

So while down in the floor, I came to some revelations that I thought I'd share with you...
1: I'm clumsy! Well, I already knew that, but I'm clumsier than I even thought was humanly possible.
2: Fingernail polish has a mind of it's own. You think it's going to spill a little here and there, no when it's released from the bottle it goes on Spring Break and gets crazy.
3: I am OCD and ADHD at the same time! While the floor was a complete mess, I tried to clean it up before I notified anyone in housing. However, I cleaned at an alarmingly slow rate because I would OCD it up and scrub the floor, my ADHD would kick in and I would see another spot, stop cleaning the previous one, move to the next, see another spot, think about a blog post that I need to write, and then notice that my "cleaning" was really just moving the paint around.
4: Fingernail polish really sticks to grout. I mean they are best friends from a different life and don't want to let go of each other.
5: Makeup remover wipes do a marvelous job of cleaning your face, but not so good at getting polish up.
6: A hotel room was meant to be relaxed in..not spent cleaning like you would be doing if you were home.
7: Guest Services does not have fingernail polish remover available to you, even in an emergency at 10:00 PM.
8: CVS in Starkville is open at 10:00 and the very friendly guy at the counter will not judge you for having on PJs and fingernail polish all over your hands. He will actually tell you about his upcoming trip to break up with one girlfriend and get back together with another.
9: Fingernail polish remover does what it's supposed to do...it removes nail polish. So if you spill some, don't try to clean for 30 minutes with random supplies. Get some remover, pour it over the spill, and wipe up with ease. Really...it took me 10 minutes to clean everything including myself once I had the magic potion.

I hope that these 9 tips help you when you are crazy enough to paint your fingernails at 9:30 at night, in a hotel room in Starkville, Mississippi. Trust me, it turns into a big mess that doesn't get cleaned up and put you in bed until midnight.