We just got home from our weekend camping trip. It’s Saturday night (not Sunday as planned). The trip was aborted because the child that lives with us refused to nap or sleep at night without screaming for at least an hour. We were embarrassed that the other campers had to listen to this, but mostly, we were just overwhelmed and left feeling inadequate. What were we doing wrong? What could we do better? Where is Super Nanny when you need her?
Part of the issue was that the trip was just more difficult than planned. We got a very late start due to a last minute article Jeff had to write. I had to do all the planning, packing, loading the car by myself with toddler in tow so I was cranky. Because of our late start we got stuck in the middle of crappy Friday night traffic through Everett, then arrived at the campsite and it was full. No room at the inn. Damn. Thankfully, we found a ranger who directed us to another campsite. As it turns out, it was for RVs, but the guy let us pitch a tent and stay the night. We also made a goof with the propane, so we were unable to cook. All this is to say that it wasn’t entirely her fault. We weren’t at our best either.
This morning, we decided to go back to the state park to see if any spots had opened up. Nope. So, we took a rather wonderful walk on the beach, picked up sea shells, walked through seaweed (carefully), and tried to skip stones in the water.
But, then it was nap time, and we had to reenact the scream fest of the previous night. She finally dropped off to sleep, but we just didn’t have it in us to do this a third time. So we packed up and headed home…
…Where we had another battle, but at least we didn’t have to worry about other people listening in on our inability to calm our daughter. Sigh. We’d like our wonder child back, please.