This is what it looks like to stand outside your hotel room and listen to your son cry for you. Torture. Actually, ‘cry’ isn’t the right word. He was screaming ‘MAMA’ while banging on the door, which in time will probably be hilarious but wasn’t tonight. Looking back, we had it coming. He’s really sick with a double ear infection and the worst cough I’ve ever heard come out of him. He got very little sleep last night from all of our flying and finally went to bed at 1am his time. We’re in a beautiful place for a fun weekend, but to him it’s all new and weird. And when he’s sick, all he wants is me. I’m all for crying it out, but when he’s sick and somewhere new, we can’t do it. We went back in.