...now that it's over.
As I said in my last post, we were going camping on Friday. I'm fine with camping. I'm not a seasoned camper, but I enjoy it - mostly because my kids love it and, for our family, it's usually just an overnight thing. The plan was this: I'll stay until the kids are tucked in their sleeping bags, then I'll leave and be back by 7-ish for breakfast. The campsite was only 20 minutes away from our house, so no biggie.
We had been told by those who had organized the event that if you arrive to the campsite after dark, the gate will be locked and the person at the gate will not allow anyone into the campsite unless someone already inside allows the "outsider" in. As far as leaving was concerned, their were no problems.
This wasn't the case.
I kissed everyone good-bye, pulled my car out of the parking area and headed for the gate. A little something inside of me was telling me that my plans for curling up on my couch with my book after a long hot bath was not in my near future like I had hoped.
The gate was closed with a chain and padlock...no attendant was anywhere to be seen.
Are you kidding me? I'm 8 1/2 months pregnant!
I drove back.
As I approached our 3-man tent (we hadn't packed our 10-man because I wasn't staying), I was actually laughing. This is how our conversation went:
Me: Knock, knock...will you let a pregnant lady in?
Steven: Did you get lost? You just take a right at the next intersection.
Me: No, the gate's locked.
Ste: No one's there?!
Ste: What about a call box?
Ste: Do you want me to go double check.
Me: That's awful sweet of you, but I'm sure that the padlock won't allow you out either.
Bradley: YAY! MOMMY'S STAYING!
Ste: Wait, hold on. You don't have anything.
Me: Yup, I know.
Ste: No sleeping bag, no change of clothes, toothbrush, nothing.
Me: Ya, I get it.
Ste: Mindy, I'm soooo sorry.
Our air mattress had torn during a move, so we slept on top of two blankets and a sleeping bag with a towel for a pillow. I didn't sleep very well. We'll leave it at that.
Oh wait, are you ready for the cherry on top?
The next morning as I moved our camping chairs, I found this: