“We booked a whole house Airbnb in Coeur d’Alene for my husband’s cousin’s wedding. We were sharing the two-bedroom house with his brother and sister-in-law. The place was beautiful, up in the mountains with a gorgeous patio. It was perfect. But when we got there, the couple who owned it were home. They told us that they stay in the basement with their six kids when people rent it. I kept trying to get away because it was my first trip away from my baby, and I needed to pump breastmilk. When I finally just came out and said that I needed some privacy, the host showed me my room and then stood outside the door regaling me with all of her breastfeeding stories.
“That night, when we got back from dinner, she was in the kitchen making popcorn for her kids, which was fine, I guess. But we wanted to sit on the deck and have a glass of wine. She. Wouldn’t. Leave. She kept telling us about how her son was a birder and liked to birdwatch out there. It was so awkward. We just wanted to be left alone.
“There was no AC, and it was so hot but no fans and no screens on the windows. The next morning, I was in the bathroom with the door open because it was so hot. I was in a towel getting ready when the back door opened and all these kids just ran in. One stopped and just stared at me until I shut the door. When we all came out to go to the wedding, it was like prom. The whole family was in the living room waiting to see how we were dressed and to take pictures. Listen, they were nice people. But definitely not the vibe I was expecting on this trip.”