Dignity.

At the moment I am eating room service in the bathroom, crawling around on all fours in the main room, with the TV on mute, the tiny girl asleep in the king size bed, and the baby asleep in his cot, with one eye open at all times awaiting my return from the ensuite. Hello parenthood in a hotel room. I think I caught myself thinking I would meet friends at a bar later tonight for a moment back there. In reality, even having a shower, finding my pj's in the dark and watching Top Model at minimum volume would at this point, be on par with cocktails and djs. Really, what was I thinking? At least there is wine and a view of big city lights.