Recently, Arizona, the mountain bikes and I went away for a few days, to a ski resort that opens up for the summer to bikers who want to ride the lifts up and the trails down. The lazy way to do it? Maybe. But fun ;)
Now, I don't know about you, but I don't sleep that well in hotels, especially the first night I'm there. I've tried all the tricks I know to combat this over the years- taking melotonin or Z-Quil, closing the curtains, opening the curtains, bringing a tiny travel-size white noise maker, having a glass of wine, not drinking any caffeine the day before ... it doesn't seem to matter. If I get a couple of hours of real sleep that first night, I'm lucky.
This time, though, I knew I wanted to get some sleep, but couldn't have the morning-after groggy-hangover of having taken meds. So I did it. I gave in and did something I've been fighting for years, associating it with being old, inflexible, and no longer able to throw a sleeping bag on the ground and call it home. [Or perhaps admitting that I'm old, inflexible, and no longer able to throw a sleeping bag on the ground and call it home. Sigh.]
I brought my pillow and my blankie with me.
I did. I admit it. Here's Arizona, who can sleep anywhere, anytime, for longer than seems like it should be humanly possible. And here's me, with my pillow and blankie, like Linus from the Peanuts. And you know what? It helped. Not in an instant-fix sort of way, putting me deeply asleep the moment my head hit that familiar memory-foam goodness in its dark blue pillow case, but better than usual the first night, and each night after.
So I'd say I'm a convert, at least when we're driving places and have the extra room. Flying? Well, we'll see about that. I'm not sure I'm ready to schlep through the airport carrying my pillow and blankie quite yet. Unless ... what do you guys say? Can I claim my bedding as the new 'in' accessory? Should I get over myself? What's your sleeping-away-from-home confession? A pillow? A blankie? A Teddy bear? Inquiring minds want to know!