We attempted (and only somewhat successfully completed) our first camping trip with Mr. Mister last night. I thought the best way to describe it would be a play by play view of our night. Keep in mind that my husband grew up camping and knows everything about being outside. We like to think we're good campers...but after this night, I'm not so sure!
5:00pm: Daddy wishes we were going for the whole weekend.
5:30pm: We finally get on the road.
5:40pm: We merge onto the highway into rush hour traffic.
5:41pm: Mr. Mister starts yelling, which continues the rest of the car ride.
6:00pm: We realize we forgot our sleeping bags.
6:30pm: I drop Daddy and Mr. Mister off and go buy a fleece blanket a Kmart. Now one of the million we own.
7:10pm: Mr. Mister falls and hits his head.
7:20pm: Mr. Mister falls and hits his head again.
7:30pm and on: Mr. Mister tries to play with everything off limits.
7:45pm: We still haven’t eaten dinner. We can’t get the fire going so we use the stove instead.
7:55pm: I cut the green pepper only to find that it’s bad inside.
8:30pm: We finally sit down to eat dinner. Plain ground beef and boiled potatoes.
9:30pm: We scarf down s'mores so we can get to bed.
10:30pm: We get in the tent but Mr. Mister is too excited to sleep. He jumps, runs, and rolls around yelling and laughing hysterically.
11:00pm: We set up the pack n’play out of desperation. He crashes.
11:15pm: We all fall asleep, too tired to care about the chill that's beginning to fill the air.
1:00am: Daddy and I wake up cold.
1:30am: Daddy asks, "Do you just want to go home?" Before he finishes his sentence, I'm up and packing.
1:35am: We find our garbage bag broken apart by raccoons. Even scavenger animals didn’t want the green pepper.
2:15am: We drive away, glad to not have to face the neighbors the next morning after being so loud the night before.
3:15am: We're in bed. At home. Not even 10 hours since we left. Daddy’s glad we didn’t go the whole weekend.
5:00pm: Daddy wishes we were going for the whole weekend.
5:30pm: We finally get on the road.
5:40pm: We merge onto the highway into rush hour traffic.
5:41pm: Mr. Mister starts yelling, which continues the rest of the car ride.
6:00pm: We realize we forgot our sleeping bags.
6:30pm: I drop Daddy and Mr. Mister off and go buy a fleece blanket a Kmart. Now one of the million we own.
7:10pm: Mr. Mister falls and hits his head.
7:20pm: Mr. Mister falls and hits his head again.
7:30pm and on: Mr. Mister tries to play with everything off limits.
7:45pm: We still haven’t eaten dinner. We can’t get the fire going so we use the stove instead.
7:55pm: I cut the green pepper only to find that it’s bad inside.
8:30pm: We finally sit down to eat dinner. Plain ground beef and boiled potatoes.
9:30pm: We scarf down s'mores so we can get to bed.
10:30pm: We get in the tent but Mr. Mister is too excited to sleep. He jumps, runs, and rolls around yelling and laughing hysterically.
11:00pm: We set up the pack n’play out of desperation. He crashes.
11:15pm: We all fall asleep, too tired to care about the chill that's beginning to fill the air.
1:00am: Daddy and I wake up cold.
1:30am: Daddy asks, "Do you just want to go home?" Before he finishes his sentence, I'm up and packing.
1:35am: We find our garbage bag broken apart by raccoons. Even scavenger animals didn’t want the green pepper.
2:15am: We drive away, glad to not have to face the neighbors the next morning after being so loud the night before.
3:15am: We're in bed. At home. Not even 10 hours since we left. Daddy’s glad we didn’t go the whole weekend.
LESSON LEARNED:
When you go camping, don't forget your sleeping bags.
When you go camping, don't forget your sleeping bags.
Guess which one is Mr. Mister's?
Showing of the ice pack for his head.
Chasing a toad, trying to pet it and share his cracker with it.
Sleeping under the stars while Daddy packs up the tent.
1 comment:
Yeah, we haven't had the chance to attempt it yet. Glad you got to go first....! ;)
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