I mean how hard can one night of camping be....in your parents back garden?
Lovely therm a rests I ordered on mon didn't turn up in time, so DC had to sleep on 300 blankets, and DH and I slept on the most ridiculously enormous 3 tiered air bed.
Burnt expensive sausages on bbq.
DC so excited and sugar pumped (by my mother who virtually gave them biscuits intravenously) while we put the tent up, that they didn't go to sleep until 9.45pm.
Is this normal?
DH shouted new phrase of rage:
"I'm so angry I'm going to shatter into a thousand pieces".
Airbed leaked, causing buttocks to sink to the floor, and legs/ankles to rise up with head. Awoke to the sound of dd1 vomiting and was unable to free myself. Cue 5 mins of struggling/cursing to extricate myself from the blessed thing.
Vomit in new sleeping bag. dd1 coughing so hard also shat herself a bit.
beaker of water spilt.
Trod on glasses in the afray.
So I waved the white flag, and we gave up.
So, just remind me, Oh MN happy campers, this malarkey at some point becomes enjoyable does it?