Summer’s getting nearer, and as a result our thoughts are turning to places to visit with the children on a summer holiday.
Holidays here are usually UK campsite type ones with entertainment on tap (we personally love a bit of Haven. Can’t beat a bit of Rory the Tiger to entertain you!)
These come with huge static caravans with their own bedrooms, bathrooms etc.
For some unfathomable reason though, the Dad’s thoughts have started to turn towards the idea of camping.
With a tent. Between the four of us. Would they settle down? Would they chuff.
A separate tent just for them? Even worse.
Don’t get me wrong, I love a bit of camping.
I have many a fun memory of Guides camping trips where we all sang “Ging Gang Goolie” round the campfire, and “Oh you’ll never get to heaven in a baked bean tin, as a baked bean tin’s got baked beans in….”
(I’m mindfully ignoring the fact I got splattered with pee once having to cart the portable toilet across the field to be emptied. How to traumatise an 8 year old. I’ll keep my rose tinted specs on and forget that bit.)
I also remember sniggering and running across to other tents in the middle of the night and pulling out tent pegs just for the laugh of it with some others.
Then running back to the tent, diving into the sleeping bags and sending up fake pretend snores and waiting for the shouts when it twigged what we’d done.
Oh, the japes.
Which is why it pains me to think that camping with our two would be a ballache.
We may harbour thoughts of singing songs round a campfire, toasting marshmallows in the embers and waking up refreshed to the sounds of birdsong.
When the harsh reality is the fact that they’re related to ME and might turn out to be little camping s***s who run feral at night time, and we’re so deranged from lack of sleep we want to shoot the blasted birds for daring to sing and wake us up when we’ve only just nodded off.
Do you camp? Do yours behave and I’m worrying unnecessarily?! Or would yours be likely to run amok too….