So we went for a weekend away, camping at a folk festival. The idea was that we would do all the dancing and stuff today and then I would take DS on the steam train tomorrow. And as we were camping, we went down there yesterday evening, with a new tent.
And the new tent fucking leaks. Which probably serves me right for buying it from Pounstretchers instead of Milletts anyway, but it leaks quite a lot. I thought I had managed to block and mop up the worst last night, and the sleeping bags were dry enough when we got into them, but this morning they were thoroughly damp all over (DS: Mummy, my bed's wet but I didn't wet it...')
Then it rained all day today, so I said to DS we will come back another time and ride on the steam train, we are going home tonight, we are not sleeping in wet sleeping bags in a small lake again.
So am I a horrible irresponsible mother for letting him sleep in a wet tent? I know this isn't an Elinor Brent Dyer novel and we won't get consumpton or rheumatic fever and die from one wet night... Or am I a big wuss mother for not being prepared to sleep another night underwater myself?