I’d Love to be able to say that I had a ‘good time after all’ camping, but sadly, no, I did not. I do not think I will ever enjoy being swarmed by bugs (I guess they were gnats so at least they didn’t bite), but they were so very thick I couldn’t breath. I think my lungs need to be scraped out because they are probably coated in thick blackish green varmints. I did sustain a bright red mosquito bite or two, too.
The nights were colder than Antarctica and I spent them (in the tent) trying to keep my two year old warm in the sleeping bag, so I didn’t hardly sleep at all, keeping my kiddo covered up, yet breathing.
I was freaking out because I am a ‘wuss’ when it comes to insects of any kind, so with every ant or spider I’d see, I’d throw a tizzy fit. I cannot help it, I wasn’t raised camping at all. I can’t stand being dirty and by day five, I had run completely out of any of my own clothing, due to chasing Braxton into the lake and getting my few pairs of jeans caked with the red clay mud which was an entirely different story in itself…… AND….I had to endure the entire three hour trip home in my underwear, wrapped in a blanket. No clothing left to change into for the ride home. I was covered in filth and had whiskery legs……ewwwwwwwwwwww!
(Good thing my hubby was the driver….and I peed in a cup instead of getting out of the car at rest stops and reavealing my underwear………..when I had to go……peeing all over the seat, because I cannot aim that well into a McDonald’s beverage cup……..grrrrrr.)
My period had begun on day two and I bled heavily through everything. (Ever since Braxton was born, I have not kept track of my menstrual cycle, although it always is pretty regular, coming around the 21st each month, but alas, I was unprepared.)
I had even ended up running out of diapers and clothes for Braxton, too. He kept on running to the lake (I mean, who could blame him….he’s only two and was fascinated throwing rocks into the water.)
The problem was, he kept getting soaked, and then tearing off all of his clothing and throwing them onto the lakeshore. Each time he did that and I, trying to be the good, patient loving mommy, would then have to carry him kicking, screaming, cussing and naked back up to the camp site. I should by all means be as muscular now as a body builder, because Braxton gets to be mighty heavy, especially stiffening up and trying to head butt me as I took him back to get him cleaned up.
(Braxton would get bored throwing rocks into the water and aim for nearby boats….that is why the ‘fun’ had to stop…..unless I wanted lawsuits.)
So, besides chasing Braxton all day, (which is all a part of Mommyhood, I know……..but I had NO help, due to my husband fishing and riding quads all day.)
I love Braxton, but it all felt like work, and I could have done that at home (without the bugs.)
One last thought…..has anyone ever heard of a dog………..(a four year old black lab to be precise) going ‘crap’ only in the water? How very embarrassing…….every time we took our dog to the lake for a swim, he’d go out about ten feet from shore and empty his bowels…..and I’m talking some serious dumps…….every few yards all the way down the shore. It was very, very obvious to any onlookers what ol’ Banner the dog was ‘up to.’
I really didn’t feel like the water was very clean and I didn’t even want to put my toe in it for fear of a huge yellow dog turd floating up at me.
My husband and older kids would go swimming and I just shuddered at the thought of it. The water up there in the mountains was otherwise crystal clear and the fishing was good…..so the guys ‘said.’ I only saw a few.
This was very hard…………..indeed………I need a VACATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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