I'm back. Amazingly enough, I'm back in one piece and of sane mind--well, as much as I usually am, which I suppose is up for some discussion. I'm sure there are quite a few people who would have a few opinions to express on the matter. Shut up. It's not your blog.
So how did the Great Camping Adventure go? Well, as Boy Crazy said in her post about her weekend, I'm a fan of selective memory. Therefore, I am choosing to remember
- multiple small children running about bare foot playing tag while MTL and I cooked breakfast/lunch/dinner
- The Widget sitting contentedly on the beach, just out of reach of the water, piling sand on his legs/torso/curly head
- DramaBoy finally getting brave enough to wade out in the water up to his waist
- both DramaBoy and The Widget eating their hotdogs across the top (corn-on-the-cob style) rather than from one end
- roasting marshmallows over the fire
- The Widget wanting a marshmallow properly toasted, taking it in his hands, then handing it back with an "ick" face, complaining that It's squishy! It's too squishy! despite assurances that its squishiness was, in fact, a desirable characteristic
- The Widget marching about in board shorts and a hoodie, face adorably framed by the hood
- DramaBoy climbing everything in sight like the monkey he is
- sitting by a fire sipping cold drinks while laughing over MTL's family's stories (his sister et famille and his parents were there as well, which raised the adult-child ratio to a marvelous and anxiety-reducing level)
- eating a delicious if very messy Choco-Raspberry Burrito grilled over the fire (though we'll use foil on the grill next time and add more cinnamon)
- toasting on the hot sand while the kidlets splashed about in the lovely clear lake
- getting into a water fight with MTL and his kids (mine stayed safely out of range on the beach)
- moments of pure, unadulterated happiness
- the whining
- trying (with limited success) to remove sand from scalps and every possible crevice of small dirty children
- protests over eating the food we brought versus the (apparently superior) food brought by MTL's sister and parents
- the whining
- biting flies and mosquitos
- trying to get three small exhausted children to STAY IN BED and GO TO SLEEP when (horror of horrors) the sun was still up and other people got to stay awake
- the whining
- dealing with fighting and complaints and various difficult requests from two kidlets in the back seat while driving for hours and hours without anyone in the passenger seat to help
- the sheer exhaustion (shared by MTL) that resulted from tending camp, cooking food, bathing children, ferrying children to the potty, being woken in the too-early hours of the morning by small kidlets, driving for hours, and generally Being In Charge While On Vacation
- the whining?
It couldn't have, because MTL and I have agreed that camping is something we want to do frequently. We're even going to prep some permanent camping bins and make some lists (yay! lists!) to make sure we don't forget certain key items. Like, oh, a can opener. Or dish soap.
Thank God MTL's parents were there in their fully-stocked RV.
I should note, however, that we plan to make a good number of those camping trips kid-free. Then we can spend hours reading and relaxing and doing things whenever we feel like it rather than on Kidlet Time.
Hopefully that means we can take the h out of whine.
And that, dearest readers, would be something to remember.