So here's my thinking at this point. . . all I wanted was assurance that our special needs could be met. I wanted to know for CERTAIN that the correct notes were present and hoped that they could pre-book a specific room or something. We need to know what to expect so we can prepare dd. While I realize it seems we still have penty of time for this. . . that's not the case in our world. So, as each day passes, I have gone from midly annoyed, angry, shocked, confused, regretful to the point where I'm an now. . . well, I don't know where I am now because it is just so ridiculous, I almost think it's funny.
My last contact was this. . . I sent an e-mail saying, what's up, did you forget about me, you were supposed to call. I did get an e-mail returned late that night basically saying "I'm busy". . . .ok, it said exactly "this is a work in progress". . . . it also offered other excuses such as
there was a live band performance in the lobby. . . so, I don't know what "a work in progress" means. . . unless they are specifically designing a room for my family (likely that could have been handled quicker than resolution to my issue). I sent an e-mail Thursday saying I would be patient. . . . the old more flies with honey thing. . . but there's only so much honey in this pot

Next comes the vinegar and there's a large supply available.
My plan is to wait until Wednesday of next week - this will be the 7th day since I spoke to the "upper management" person I am dealing with. There can be no excuse, and I mean none that could possibly be reasonable or acceptable, that it would take that long to resolve this issue.
I'm saying that there had better be some flawless, absolute perfection to our stay at HRH. For some ridiculous reason, I keep being hopeful. . . . what a sucker I am, huh