I like so completely, totally knew this would happen: Staying home for the holidays – without friends and relatives spilling from the rafters – is mind-numbingly boring. As much as I love Hubby and the Wee Lass, it’s only Day 3 of a five-day weekend and I’m already (just a smidgy-widgy) “over” them.

So yesterday, after a big breakfast at the local pancake joint and an afternoon viewing of Tangled (so, so, soooo cute; one of my favorite Disney movies in ages), we all came back to Casa Us and dispersed to our separate floors. I was on Floor One, where the kitchen, living space and master bedroom and bath are. Twiddling my thumbs, I flicked on Nate Berkus (he’s so, so, soooo cute; but it’s only kinda one of favorite TV shows in ages).

I landed mid-segment, but from what I could gather, Nate’s guest was an executive from Westin Hotels, and she was on to tell us about all the tips we can deploy to make our dwellings look less like a home and more like a hotel.

I am so down with that concept I can’t even begin to tell you. I LOVE HOTELS. I WANT TO LIVE IN A HOTEL. Earlier in the year, I blogged about my sneaky trick for better sleep, which is hotel-centric. So clearly, whatever this Westin broad had to say was music to my ears. The big “take-aways”: Hotels are very clean, and extremely devoid of energy-zapping clutter. (I seem to recall some other hooey about “accent colors,” but I really wasn’t listening by that point…)

After watching that, I was so hopped-up I started cleaning and decluttering like a banshee. Immediately, those holiday blahs disappeared like dust bunnies under the sleigh bed. The next time I wanna curl up in a boredom-ball and take a nap, I have to remember how energizing it is to make like a miniaturized Martha Stewart.