Ahhh, the hazards of tent camping with rowdy young hellions. What is a hellion anyway? Anywho, My lovely sister and I pitched our tents in the back yard and camped for two glorious nights. And I learned something very valuable, as long as I am willing to read to them, they are willing to be irreparably wiggly and awake. I read 5 chapters of Hank the CowDog, hoping to lull them into a peaceful slumber…ha ha ha. Only pitch black darkness and evil grumpy growly holding-them-flat-onto-their-sleepingbags-Momma can accomplish that. So sad…and plus I had to face the terrible realization that they somehow in all of their bouncing snapped the center pole of our 10 person tent. Have you ever looked online for a replacement 18ft. tent pole…I thought not. But despite the hazards, our camping trip was a truly memorable experience, ie contained very little slumber.
I promise you a crazed animal, a concussion, and a kiss in every single book...you're welcome!