Not a Good Day

So yesterday ... it was not what I would call a good day. I know it could have been much, much worse. No one was injured or killed, so we survived. And all in all ... perhaps it wasn't a BAD day--just not what I would call a good one.
We left our place for the airport between 7:30 and 8. Fine. Got to the airport with plenty of time. I tell you, having a stroller sure gets you through security a lot quicker! Tanna said that when we travel, we're taking Kate in the stroller until she's 10! LOL! Some of Kate's lotion did get confiscated in security because I forgot about the size limitations. At one point, the lady was going to take Kate's diaper cream as well--but she decided to let it go because she considered it medicated. I was very relieved because that stuff is not cheap!
Fast forward ... We are on the plane, which sits on the runway an hour and a half AFTER our take-off time. Which means--because we were some of the first people to board--we sat there, on the runway, for about two hours. Because we are past the "handheld electronic equipment" phase, we cannot use Kate's portable DVD player to enterain her. The flight is full--literally, every seat is taken. Kate is 15 months old. You can figure out the rest. Oh, and then she poops.
I felt so bad for our neighbor--a pediatric neurologist. The good thing is ... she works with kids, so she understands how it is. The bad thing is ... she had just flown in from Africa and was exhausted. I felt so bad for her to be our neighbor, even though we did our best to keep Kate contained and quiet. But there is only so much you can do, ya know?
Thankfully, Kate eventually fell asleep on Tanna's lap and stayed that way for an hour or more. Thank you, Lord. She was just exhausted.
Finally, we arrived in Boston and deplaned. I fed Kate while Tanna picked up the rental car. We were soon on our way to Maine! Vacationland! The home of my ancestors!
There was some minor drama concerning a stop at the outlets in Kittery, but I won't bore you with the details. We journey on and eventually make our way up to Bar Harbor between 8:30 and 9 p.m. We have been traveling for more than 12 hours. With a toddler.
Let me just mention that along the way, we notice most every hotel, motel, bed & breakfast, etc., etc., has NO VACANCY. Holiday weekend, New England, autumn--you get the picture.
We arrive at the hotel--the hotel where the wedding reception is, and where most of the other wedding guests are staying. This also is the hotel where a sitter will be meeting us to watch Kate during the wedding and reception. This is the hotel at which I made reservations WEEKS AGO. And I have a confirmation number to prove it.
So we get here, and I go to check in. The guy at the front desk tells me that there has been a problem with some guests who refuse to leave, and we don't have a room! He further tells me that they will be accommodating us at another property a mile or two down the road.
Excuse me?
I could go on about our converstaion and request to speak to management and blah, blah, blah. But basically, I was pissed. Apparently, however, there was nothing we could do but go to the other hotel ... I mean MOTEL.
We pull up, and I see the word "Oceanfront." I think, "Well, it must not be too bad."
WRONG!
Long story short ... (I promise, I am trying to be brief here) ... we walk in the room and there are two huge spiders in the bathtub. Not one ... not small ... TWO HUGE SPIDERS! That is when I completely lost it. I'm not sure who was crying harder at one point--Kate or her mother.
I am doing you a disservice because I didn't get a photo of the spiders--I was too busy melting down. I also didn't get a photo of the bathroom with the aqua-blue tile and the rusted light fixtures and the peeling paint. Sorry about that! I had a lot going on.
I did, however, manage to snap a few photos around our room:

I know--you just want to curl up in this chair with a good book, right?

Do you like the cool, retro signs?

Pillows are by the bottom of the door to keep the cold--and the critters--out.

Oh yeah, don't let the yellow paint fool you. That is a cinder block wall.

Please note the mystery substances on the walls.

Oh, and we got a special greeting this morning, too! Some man on staff opened our door (he had a key), acted surprised to see us there and then proceded to ask if we had hot water. Tanna said we did--I did not take a shower in this place, so I didn't know.