Home of Slightly Cracked Dreams

Well, I had a fabulous post prepared for today. Unfortunately the internet ate it and it has disappeared from my computer forever. So I’m just going to have to make something up as I go.

Camping was absolutely awesome. I have come back a completely calm slightly calmer woman than when I went away.  I’m yelling less at the kids, things aren’t quite so overwhelming, and I just feel, better.

As always there were the fun parts of camping. I mean camping isn’t camping without some disaster stories, right? We planned to leave here around 11am. So it was 12:30 when we left. 90 minutes late isn’t that bad, right? We stopped off in the park for a brief feed of Miss Moo before getting lost several times due to bad directions from Hubby. I mean, I know he was saying (for example)  to “take the turn for Blah road” as in the road to Blah, and I took that to mean “take the turn for Blah Road”, which was not the turn I was supposed to make.

Anyway, we got there in the end, which is the important thing I spose.

Then the drama of setting the tents up started. Up, down, up for both of them. Hubby is insisting I tell you that the reason ours went up, down, up was because of a pole issue that needed to be fixed. Excuses, excuses.

So, once the tents were up we turned our attention to the campfire. Well, that was another disaster. Thankfully we had a gas stove to cook dinner on, otherwise our dinner would have consisted of baked beans and bread.

The second we arrived M&M and Kiki made friends with the girl in the campsite next to us, and they would disappear for hours into one tent or another, or down to the beach with the older sister or one of the adults. On Saturday morning we discovered the girls friends from daycare a few campsites down who were also there for the weekend, so between all 6 kids they had a ball running up and down the campsite and getting very, very dirty.

But despite all the dirt, everyone had such a good time we booked ourselves back in for 2 months time with hopefully a bigger party.

I have heaps more stories to tell, but I’ll save some for another day. Plus it’s late and I should be in bed.