Sat in car on a campsite. Happy Holidays

[babysgotthespends]

Morning All, after an accident involving urine in the sleeping bag me (not guilty) and 4 year old are sat in car on a campsite in Pembrokeshire waiting for rest of family to wake up. Wish I could say it was a beautiful view watching the sea/sunrise or listening to birdsong but we’re both fed up and tired. She’ll probably fall asleep but I shall silently seethe and think of my dry, sweet smelling bed at home. It’s day 2! But no more rain. Apparently. Been here since 5:30am. Can I hear your holiday horror stories whilst I hold my own bladder and wait for a reasonable time to wake everyone else up. Thanks 😭

Some campsites you can hire camping toilet's with a separate tent for it. Worth getting with young children.

We had a camping holiday where we got food poisoning. With 3 young children projectile vomiting all night, dh and I also feeling beyond awful. Then the heavens openened and it started pour with rain and the tent leaked.

We were all too unwell to even move, so we stayed in our wet, puked covered tent.

It was my worst holiday ever.

We once broke down with a caravan on the back and blocked the gower peninsula on bank holiday weekend. The part we needed for the tow was at the bottom of the boot so all luggage had to be taken out. The 10 year old vowed never to come on holiday again with us.

Years ago, DS was camping with the cubs. He somehow managed to wake up in the middle of the last night and vomit into his wee pal's sleeping bag. Wee pal being a nice little chap said nothing and took his puke-filled sleeping bag home for his mum to deal with. I knew the mum well and I was actually away somewhere lovely for the weekend... which really made her happy the next again day when she went to do the washing.

(I did buy her a bottle!)

Sat watching drip turning into a flow of water in tent, high winds. Emptying tent at 130 am slept in car, threw away tent drive home in pjs - me, DH, DS then 6 and puppy

Similar area. First night away in caravan for a while and I knew I shouldn’t have left sleeping bags in that locker. Come bedtime we unrolled the bag to find insects had laid eggs which had become larvae in cocoons all over the bags. Threw bags out, spent night under fleece throws and then first day of holidays buying new sleeping bags. My skin is still crawling now at the memory..

Piss behind the car and get your head down!

One of our more interesting camps in involved our daughter waking us up n the middle of the night to tell us that her air bed was floating. Unfortunately thanks to some heavy rain, it really was.

When our kids were small, we used to camp at a very local campsite, for the very reason it would be very easy for us to bail and go home if we ever needed to, and go back for tent etc at a later time. Thankfully we never did need to, but we got all the benefits of camping and a change of scenery, the kids were none the wiser about how close to home we were, but a lot less of the stress.

Several years ago we were camping in Northern France. Youngest son had a bug and vomited in tent. 3 healthy kids one sick kid. I grabbed everything and took to washing machines to find I didn't have required euro coins for machine. Shops were shut as 9pm at night so no option to get change. I was hand washing a sleeping bag whilst sobbing when the most amazing cleaning lady came to my rescue. She sorted the correct coons and detergent and made sure we even had tokens for the tumble drier! She was a star and saved the last few days of holiday! My advice... take a deap breath , embrace any help offered and then drink a shit tonne of wine!!!!😂

We are on holiday at the moment. A poorly 8month old with a chest infection. We went for a meal yesterday. Right as the waitress hands over out meals, baby projectile vomited across the table 🤢

And this is why I refuse to do camping with small DC! Poor you OP, not rtft but hoping you didn't have too long to wait before you could get a wee, strong coffee and a catch up nap...

Two weeks ago we were camping in wales. Day 5 of 7 and I’d reached my limit. I was dreaming of my lovely bed at home, hot and cold running water and a proper toilet (compost loos at the campsite). Everything was a little damp anyway (my everlasting hate of camping is putting my bra on in the morning when it’s cold and damp, UGH) When I went to bed I managed to drop my bottle of water all over my sleeping bag and then accidentally stood on the poor dog who was fast asleep when I was cleaning it up. I then had to get up in the middle of the night for a nature wee and managed to piss on my pyjama leg I then had to find a new pair of pj bottoms, but was too pissed off to actually locate them so got into bed with nothing on my lower half. And trod on the poor dog AGAIN (she’s ok, just growly)

I text my friend an angry ‘I’m at my limit, I HATE FUCKING CAMPING, Fuckingfucking hate camping’ message and, as a good friend should, she said she’d come and get me now. And she would have done. I so wish I’d taken her up on the offer as the very next day the family from hell arrived next door.

I fucking still hate camping

More an embarrassing story - we were away staying in an hotel, it was all you could eat buffet night. I'd got rather overexcited about all the lovely food on offer and walking back to the table I was slightly embarrassed about how piled high my plate was so I held my plate up higher up than I normally would so that everyone sitting at all the tables I had to walk past couldn't see how much was on my plate. Unfortunately this meant I couldn't see a step just before I reached the tables. I tripped over it and fell with a thump onto me knees and elbows. My huge pile of food splattered across the floor so it was clear to all how much I has on my plate. Everyone was very sweet but I was mortified.

Daughter, just popped in on day 2 of camping with DH and 3 kids, showered, used washing machine tumble dryer and ate a roast dinner, gone! That’s not how I remember camping.

Took my teenage niece camping last year. Spent the afternoon bodyboarding in the sea, then had a wonderful dinner, cooked by friends. All good.

Two o’clock in the morning, I heard a sound. “Are you ok DN?” I asked.

”Bleeeuuurghhh- splat 🤮.”

She covered her entire bedroom compartment, and herself.

It would appear that seawater and fillet steak don’t mix.

We took the kids on an epic road trip along the California coast, worst weather for sixty bazillion years with boulders falling onto the road ahead of us and fecking dangerous.
Stayed one night in a yurt right on big sur, was fabulous setting but blowing a gale and lashing rain. Had meal in their communal bunkhouse thing .
Got back to the yurt which had a sink and no bathroom and ds promptly vomited buckets into the sink.
We then had a grim task of squishing the lumps of vomit down the sinkhole

I’m currently camping with my 12 week old baby (the news of which elicited horrified gasps and/or peals of laughter when I told friends before we went!). She has been superb, sleeping brilliantly - but the campsite we’re currently on is tacky, loud and full of feral children. Everything costs a bomb and our neighbours cook a BBQ at 10 in the morning and 10 at night. It’s full of horrible parents shouting at their children and men walking around swigging cans of Fosters at 11am. We’re leaving 2 days early and switching to a much quieter campsite tomorrow for our remaining 2 days…

If OP is in the campsite I think, I remember staying opposite in August 2020 and seeing the tents get battered by 2 days of heavy wind and rain. It was half empty by the end.

I’m so thankful for this thread. It validates my reasoning to never, ever consider camping😂
Never have and now definitely never will😬

We camped abroad a few years ago. The day before we were due to leave we came down with norovirus that swept through the campsite. You can only imagine what it was like for everyone, vomiting and crapping everywhere and it being shared toilets a good walk away from the tent. The campsite didn’t close even though 450 people came down with it (very large campsite) and they wouldn’t let us stay another day to try and recover. We had to make the journey, in the car and using the eurotunnel 🤮

Absolutely hideous!

@babysgotthespends hope the rest of your holiday is stress free! Would love to know the name/location of said fish and chip shop as we're heading that way soon.

Camping in france and was awakened by something on my face. Opened my eyes and a rat was sitting on my chest. Day 3 we all came down with food poisoning from eating shell fish. Its not fun when you are 100 yards from the toilets. Rained most of the next week and our macks smelt like dead dog. I now prefer a nice hotel.

Hello,
We're definitely having a better time thanks. The fish and chips place is Something's Cooking in Letterston.
There's also a place in Fishguard and Porthgain are fabulous too. Enjoy x

@mybiggestfan
Yeuw that wins , I'm never ever ever sleeping in a tent again !