where you're staying, you kick your shoes off and want to either collapse onto the couch or bed, in my case i go for option 2, the hotel room bed.
however my time to relax is little to none at the moment due to the number of the little guys i have with me, this evening i had no sooner fallen backwards onto the bed and taken half a deep breath when i could hear the pitter-patter of tiny footsteps running from the living room towards the kitchen, next up was a series of "ones, twos, threes, jumps" with plenty of puffing and panting and then finally i could hear the 