14th July 2009
So, we have the tent up. I am sitting inside listening to the rain lash down and the wind howl around, shaking and tugging at the tent. I actually like to hear the wind and rain outside when I am tucked up in my sleeping bag with Rob at night, however, I don’t find it quite so much fun when we are trying to put the tent up and sort everything out. Luckily, the kids stayed at Nanna and Grandad’s while Rob and I went to get the tent up, so we didn’t have the usual bored kids fiddling with everything while we were trying to sort stuff out! They were quite surprised when we pulled up at the campsite and ‘da dah’ there was the tent, all sorted and ready. They must have thought we’d had a visit from the tent fairies! (we told them we’d gone shopping this morning, because if we’d told them we were going to the campsite they would have all wanted to come!)
So, we have the tent up. I am sitting inside listening to the rain lash down and the wind howl around, shaking and tugging at the tent. I actually like to hear the wind and rain outside when I am tucked up in my sleeping bag with Rob at night, however, I don’t find it quite so much fun when we are trying to put the tent up and sort everything out. Luckily, the kids stayed at Nanna and Grandad’s while Rob and I went to get the tent up, so we didn’t have the usual bored kids fiddling with everything while we were trying to sort stuff out! They were quite surprised when we pulled up at the campsite and ‘da dah’ there was the tent, all sorted and ready. They must have thought we’d had a visit from the tent fairies! (we told them we’d gone shopping this morning, because if we’d told them we were going to the campsite they would have all wanted to come!)
Well, our first evening we decided to go to the on-site pub for tea – great, no cooking or washing up and a playroom for the kids to play. We’ll be able to have a quiet drink and a nice meal, we’re onto a winner here, or so we thought! It’s funny how kids quite often have different ideas, and so it ended up with me spending more time in the pub toilets than anywhere else. Just so you don’t get the wrong idea, let me explain…… we’d just sat down and I took my first sip of my ‘well deserved’ half a lager, when Millie came up wanting me to take her for a poo, fine, off we go and get her sorted. Back we come, and once again I sit to enjoy my… hold on a minute, she’s back, she needs to go again, apparently there’s still some more to come out! Right, back now, sit down, relax…oh, here comes Georgia to tell me she’s done a poo in her nappy. Right, off we head again to the toilets, get Georgia sorted and back to the table. At this point, I do get some of my drink and our meal comes. After we have finished eating the kids go off to play. Less than two minutes later Abbie is back, she needs a poo and can’t possibly go on her own, so could I please go with her? Off we go and get her sorted out. We get back and I manage to sit down again….for all of two minutes…then along comes Hannah, I bet you can guess…she needs a poo! (do you notice the pattern emerging?) Off I go with Hannah, she manages a little poo (she doesn’t really like to go without her ‘special seat’ she hasn’t really mastered the art of balancing yet, and hangs onto me for dear life, which in turn makes it hard for her to relax!) Having returned to the table, I think, right, this must be it….surely…there’s no-one left to take for a poo (apart from Rob and I’m quite sure he’s perfectly capable of managing on his own!!) I course, it can’t really be the case that I am actually getting time to sit down drink my drink, relax and chat to Rob…..sure enough, back comes Hannah, she’s done more poo and it’s too late!! So off we troop, once more, for the sixth time, to the toilets, this time for me to clean Hannah up and wash out her pants. Somehow, the joy has gone out of the pub visit and I tell Rob I have had enough and I’m ready to go back to the tent! I wonder, if we’d had boys instead of girls would this duty fall to Rob more? Or is it just a ‘mummy’ thing?
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