So we stayed in a hotel this past weekend and I have not one, but two funny elevator stories.
My husband and I loaded all our luggage up onto one of the hotel carts in the carport, at which he asked if I would be okay while he parked. I foolishly said yes, and off I went, with the cart and my 10 and 4 year old girls in tow. We got to the elevator and when the door opened, a young guy got off and my 4 year old ran in while I attempted in vain to maneuvar the luggage cart in after her. As I struggled with the cart, with my 10 year old and the young guy from the elevator watching the circus unfold, the doors began to close and panic set in. By the time I got to the door it had already closed and I pushed the button in the hopes it would reopen. Thankfully it did, and my wide-eyed daughter quickly exited the elevator without a word, at which time we all got on, Izzy for the second time, while the young guy held the door. Whew!
Second story- This time we are leaving, and my husband, who never wants to make any extra work if at all possible, decided it would be better to load us all up with luggage instead of going for the cart. So even Izzy, the 4 year old, had a pink teddy bear and a princess suitcase on wheels which she pushed in front of her instead of pulling it behind. We all made it onto the elevator, including my husband, who immediately disappeared and never looked back when the doors reopened, while I was left to try to get the kids off the elevator. The 10 year old was holding the door and holding another carry-on sized bag with wheels while my 4 year old, still pushing the princess suitcase, tried ramming it into the one her sister was holding as if by doing so repeatedly it would magically go through it. I tried to take it from her but was curtly told in a brief tug of war, "I do it by myself." I gave up and exited, and with me gone she had enough room to go around the other suitcase and they followed me off. By the way, another man was waiting for us and my 10 year old said he was twiddling his thumbs. Yeah, it's that bad!
Then as we were getting into the van, Izzy started to have a meltdown about something, and I made the offhand remark, "Well, someone doesn't have good coping skills." At that she pulled herself together, stopped whining, and in a shocked tone asked, "Who?"