Flying Solo, But Absolutely Not Sharing A Hotel Room With My Parents

So, my family is going away for the weekend in August with my brother and sister-in-law and her family. My parents booked their room and asked me to go with them. Actually, it was more like a Jewish guilt trip.

“We always spent a weekend every summer with your in-laws, so we have to do the same for your brother.” The catch? I would be sharing their room since they reserved a larger room with a sleeper sofa.

I’m 28-years-old, divorced and not dating anyone... I didn’t think things could get any worse until my mother said, “…and you’ll share a room with your father and me.”

Can we just say, I’m a pathetic loser? I thanked them for their offer and bailed out gracefully. I have three weddings this summer and I’m thinking of going to them even if it means going solo.

But can you imagine if I did decide to stay with my parents? “Uh, sorry mom and dad if I kept you up all night. That one-night stand I had last night was a rock star!”

Aside from the night prior to my wedding when I knocked on my parents’ door at 1 a.m. to climb into bed with them (doesn’t every Jewish girl do that?), I haven’t slept in a bed with my parents since I was a little girl. And then, it was only because I thought there were monsters under the bed.

There are just some things that I can’t do anymore—sharing a room with my parents for the weekend is at the top of my list.