Glamping Hell

[AnUnhappyStudent]

3 months ago my husband won (through work) a stay in 5* hotel in Marbella just for him.
This weekend we are glamping as a family in another break he has won and I am in hell.
Never liked camping and 'glamping' is no better.stayed last night and my back today is so sore. Also I have a disabilty that affects my mobility and he made no mention of this to the people who arranged the weekend. As a result we are in the tent furthest from the toilets and trying to get to them this morning in the dark was a nightmare.
The thing is that this is part of a team building thing with his work so would IBU to go home tonight (only an hour away) and collect DH and DD in the morning?

YANBU. That sounds like the perfect solution to me.

Love how you mention the 5* hotel that was 'just for him' right from the get go. That's done burning resentment right there

YANBU don't be miserable, go home and be comfortable

Hands up I did resent that trip!

Quite strange to give a 'holiday for one' as a prize...

He's won a holiday for one and a glamping/team building holiday? Tell him to stop entering stuff where the prizes are awful.

He works in sales so there are several winners at a time who go away together. Marbella had about 25 attendees and this one a group of about 30. Nothing strange about it.

Go home! Without a doubt. With your condition that trip sounds like hell on wheels - and I say that as a seasoned camper! Family and as a Cub leader.

I've never heard of such a prize being just for one. Most hotel rooms are double by default.

I'd ditch the glamping forthwith.

Forced to glamp? No, just no.
Go home OP!
Go home and enjoy your day.

YANBU. I can feel my lower back twingeing just at the thought of 'glamping'.

Walking from your tent to the toilets isn't glamping, that's camping! When I went glamping, we had a big double bed, ensuite bathroom and hot tub with our tent. Leave now - not what you signed up for.

Go home.
Camping however 'glam' is not for me. I strictly reserve it for festivals when I am far too drunk to care about my surroundings!

You'd never catch me in a tent, no matter how much glam was attached. Go home.

Doggy i would kill for that right now! I have cried off the activities and have hidden myself away with coffee and a magazine. Planning on escaping after lunch!

Another vote for HOME, enjoy some blissful rest and relaxation.

Glamping doesn't exist. Camping can never be glamorous. Go home.

I love camping but I'm with you here.

Though I don't suppose you could book yourself into a hotel near a nice restaurant for tonight? You could have dinner cooked by someone else and a very comfortable bed and blessed peace and quiet.

Glamping is a crock of shite.

I normally hate portmanteau words but the word Glamping contours up images of Glam era David Bowie, Brian Ferry and Marc Bolan, bundling out of Morris Marina into a field and spending a week huddled over a Primus trying to heat a can of cream of chicken soup and arguing about whether the guy ropes are tight enough.

Please go home, there's no reason for you to have another uncomfortable night complete with toilet trek. Have a bath to ease your back then get yourself a takeaway delivered, put your feet up and enjoy a book or a movie and luxuriate in having the house to yourself.

Go home. However you dress it up it's utter shit.

Glamping isn't walking to the toilet in the dark.
I only have a caravan, but even that has a double bed with proper high quality mattress, duvets, a wine fridge, a toilet.

Go home, stop off somewhere on the way and have a lovely lunch, then when you get home have a long hot bath and an afternoon of trash TV.

If it's sales team building - why on earth are the family invited? What the hell do they expect you to do, help build a raft with Phil from HR and Stephanie from Accounts? Who you don't know and don't know you?

Go home. Have a hot bath, some chocolate and watch the tennis. Let your OH, and Phil and Stephanie raft-build to their hearts' content.*

*I may have over-imagined this scenario.