Imagine waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of your hotel room door flinging open and footsteps inside. That just happened to me last night.
Although Augustine slept soundly on the flight over to Europe, it has been a rough week. He’s still on LA time, it seems, so is eating less during the day and waking up during the night hungry. All our social appointments with friends and family have not helped. The result has been interrupted sleep for all of us.
We had already missed a train to Basel last night and we opted to stay the night at the Hyatt Mainz instead of paying an arm and a leg for a last-minute train ticket and arriving hours after Augustine’s bedtime.
The check-in snafu was unnerving to my wife, but we ended up having a nice snack in the lounge, using the sauna, then turning in at a decent hour.
Only Augustine wasn’t having any part of that.
As usual of late, he woke up every hour and cried for attention or food. While our tendency is to let him cry at home if fed earlier, that just isn’t fair after putting him through so much on this trip.
Finally, at around 2:30AM, Augustine appeared to fall into a deep sleep. We were both exhausted by this point and also quickly fell back asleep.
At 3:10AM, I awakened to the sound of our door opening and footsteps inside the room.
My first reaction was to turn over and go back to sleep…I thought I was dreaming. Then I remembered Fatherhood 101…I looked over quickly at my wife sleeping next to me and baby in the crib and sprang out of bed.
I saw no one. No one inside the bathroom, either. I peered out the peephole on the door and saw a man in thin glasses, a white shirt and tie. Flinging the door open, I glared at him and noticed he had a hotel badge on. I simply stated, “You have the wrong room” and closed the door. I heard him say “sorry” as the door closed.
My heart still pounding, I picked up the phone to call downstairs. But then I looked over at Heidi and Augustine…they were so tired that this commotion had not even woken them up. Usually they are the light sleepers and I am the heavy sleeper.
I put the phone down and went to bed.
At check-out the next morning I dealt with the lovely Sarah, who it seems I always check-out with at this hotel. I told her we had an unexpected visitor in our room last night and she nodded and stated that she knew about it. In fact, she stated the whole staff had just been briefed on it.
Perhaps related to the check-in issue we had, the system indicated that our room was vacant. A late-arriving guest was assigned our room and someone was sent up to verify that it was vacant.
What I did not ascertain was whether the guest had walked in on us earlier while we were sleeping or whether the hotel simply was not sure if our room was vacant and sent someone up to check. If the latter, I have no idea why the staff member would not knock. And why not just assign a different room? The hotel was not close to capacity.
Sarah did apologize and assure me it would not happen next time.
I never use hotel deadbolts but I certainly will now. I’m not sure we were ever in danger, but to wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of a stranger in your room is scary.