I know I come off as being pessimistic. I try not to let past experiences dictate future ones, but that's often how things roll here.
As soon as I booked the site, I began counting down til we would be home. I briefly entertained the idea that we might all have a great time! and sleep decently! and no tantrums! or weird bugs! Okay, this time there were no weird bugs. Just relentless mosquitos.
Most of the first day was okay, a few fits here and there. We played mini golf, went to the beach and had ice cream.
The night was the hellish experience I expected. Wyatt, Paige and I shared an air mattress while Josh got cozy on the tent floor with a foam mat and sleeping bag. Paige slept okay, Wyatt did not. Sleep, that is. So neither did I. It was a long night filled with whimpering, kicking, "Is it morning yet?" and "I can't sleep if daddy's snoring!" By 8:30am Wyatt was in the van, asking to go home (he had been up with Josh since 6). We did leave shortly after, to check out the new exhibits at the zoo. Both kids were tired and grumpy by noon and Wyatt complained on the way home that it was "the worst day ever."
By 7:30 this evening he was asking Josh when we could camp again.
I suggested 10 years from now.
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