Packing an extra suitcase which carries your child’s entire room, from diapers, to a million changes of clothes, blankets, down to the nitty gritties of their own utensils.
Having that child go THROUGH this suitcase because he thinks his stuff is in it its magically HIS to do whatever he wants with it.
Repacking the suitcase.
Having to buy EVERYTHING twice from sunscreen lotion to bug spray to lotion that’s kid friendly.
Buying extra food because god fobid your two year old is going to actually eat a hamburger at dinner.
Bringing more milk than one would ever think of bringing on a camping trip… milk doesn’t come to mind when I’m thinking of things to drink while bushwhacking.
Getting ready for the long car ride by buying more extra’s to keep your child entertained and from screaming the entire way there which might possibly cause the driver to careen off the road.
Trying to remember every little thing that you might need instead of saying “if we forgot it then we don’t need it!”
I miss the days where it was a tent, a mattress, some pillows, blankets, lots of booze, junk food, and whatever else might keep us entertained and occupied… it was easy enough to fill up a little Pontiac Sunfire… now we’ve upgraded to an SUV with a top box.
So this is my entry before the fun begins and hubby and I trek into the unknown of camping for a week with a child. Horror stories to come when we get back 😉