Saturday Night, 6:51 PM: I. AM. SUPERMOM.
The overwhelming emotions of victory and exultation washed over me. At a time when I should have been exhausted and comatose, I was instead cheering for myself with gusto and pride.
It all started last week…
10 days ago: Ali randomly popped out from the backseat,
“I want to go camping!!”
Chris and I looked at each other. We used to camp before we had kids, but notsomuch with our little tagalongs.
“Do you even know what camping is?”
“Yes! It’s where you sleep in a tent!”
“Um..okay. Sure. We’ll go sometime, honey.”
This Tuesday: Mom called. Asked if we’d like to go on a family camping trip this weekend to Buck’s Pocket – the state park that we went to every year from the time I was six years old to until I was twenty-four years old.
Without even thinking about it, I gave her my laundry list of obvious reasons that this was not practical or possible.
Chris is going to the football game…our tent is broken…it’s going to be cold…blah blah blah.
Wednesday, 10 PM: After pondering for a day and a half, including thinking more than a few times about Ali’s camping hopes and dreams, I began to actually consider going…
But that’s crazy talk. I can’t camp with two kids on my own.
Then I remembered that the campground in question now offered rentable camper trailers.
…could I get one of those campers?
…was I brave enough to go camping without Chris?
I had wanted something special to do while he was gone. This was certainly special…and a little reckless.
Thursday, 8 AM: I called the park. No answer – I left a message, figuring it would be a few hours before they returned the call. It is a campground, after all. So I hopped into the shower.
Thursday, 8:01 AM: My phone rang. I jumped out and answered the call from the Park – they had one camper left. Before I realized what I was doing, I had reserved the camper and committed to go.
By myself.
Camping.
With two kids.
(Granted, there would be grandparents available with much help, but they would be spread over a total of five grandchildren, cooking, and their own camping concerns.)
Thursday, 8:05 AM: I got back in the shower, a bit shocked at myself. I now had twenty-six hours to completely plan for, pack for, and shop for camping. And camping is not exactly low maintenance. Thus began a day of manic preparations.
Friday, 11:00 AM: I left the house, an hour later than I had planned, but earlier than any of the other family. I might have patted myself on the back a few too many times for this preparation feat.
Friday, 1:00-3:00 PM: After arriving at the campground, I had two hours that made me doubt my sanity and choice in weekend plans, including a refusing-to-nap baby, 3o minutes of blacking out camper windows with garbage bags and painter’s tape to try to encourage napping (who knew campers had so many windows??), then finding out that I picked the wrong camper and having to deblack the windows, move campers, and reblack new camper’s windows.
But finally, after all was settled and a nap (albeit tiny) was had, I breathed my first breath of camping air and remembered why I loved this place.
I walked down to the rock pit – a dry creek bed that my brother JC and I spent many adventure-filled camping trips – and found him and Ali, having already scaled one of the steep rock cliffs:
It’s a bizarrely awesome feeling to see your kid reliving your childhood.
JC and I took our two oldest kids around to some of our favorite rock hideouts.
Not surprisingly, our children mimicked our own tendencies: Eli climbing recklessly and without waiting to make sure someone could catch him, and Ali wanting a hand to hold for every step.
I don’t know how she knew camping would be so much fun, but she was right. She was in heaven, having everything a girl could ever want…
Hammocks,
Cousins,
Playgrounds (with the same playground equipment that we played on 20 years ago),
And a wonderland of rocks both big and small.
Noah, too, had fun, despite some cousin jealousy issues,
And follicular issues.
He spent most of his trip watching the fire in sheer disbelief,
and lazily stuffing his face.
Having cousins around was splendid. Eli made sure he stayed ahead of everyone else,
Andi helped Noah in the task of making sure that the Grandparents felt needed,
And Tessa made me feel better about my Camping Hair.
(And gave me a whole new appreciation for all of the love that Lindsay puts into her hair to make it usually look like this…)
It was decided that Ali would have her camping wishes come true by sleeping in the tent with Gramamma and Pop, and Noah and I would sleep in the cozy, warm camper.
However, all of the tent-dwellers stayed nice and toasty, and I froze my ever-livin’-butt off in the camper.
(Fortunately, I had a space heater to point at Noah’s bed, so quite literally everyone in the entire campground was comfortable – except for me.)
But I survived.
Right as we were getting ready to leave, after all of us had been 30+ hours without a shower and reeked of camping in both sight and smell, my Mom decided it was time for a family photo.
(CAUTION: DO NOT SNIFF PHOTO.)
Saturday, 4:30 PM: I arrived home with the kids, unpacked the car AND all of our bags while Ali fed herself and Noah (benefit #557 of having kids four years apart). After that, I bathed both kids and got them in bed, and then had a moment, at 6:51 PM, of actually cheering, out loud, in absolute and unashamed self-honor.
I DID IT.
I CAMPED WITH TWO KIDS. BY MYSELF.
(Not technically by myself, but I aim low.)
I. AM. SUPERMOM.
Yay! Good for you! Looks like a wonderful time! And wonderful memories! Keep that in mind for the next time Ali asks for an adventure!
Congrats…I had no doubt that you could do it.
We use to camp (tent style) for many years and having 3 girls the potty task was up to me alone…ugh. We had a separate tent for our port a potty (we were usually out in no man’s land) and I would beg for a camper with a bathroom…now we have one and no kids…go figure.
What we don’t do for our kids.
Now you can take the GRANDKIDS!!! :)
Camping is fun and I am glad that you were able to survey it. It is always nice to have the family as backup – espcially when camping. So many memories will be cherish from this. Chris missed out on all of the fun…..
We’re going to try to all go back soon – we did have a great time and Chris really wants to go, too!
You are one fearless mom! What happy memories for everyone. It looked cold though!
It wasn’t too bad except in the camper through the night. It was about the right temperature – cold enough for a fire, but not so cold that we were miserable when we were away from the fire.
That’s awesome! Jeff and I aren’t even brave enough to take our girls with the two of us. He wants to wait until everyone is well and truly potty trained – such a wimp. :)
It was so much fun! Looking forward to carrying on the tradition as our kids grow up.
Me too! I really hope we get to go again much sooner!
You’re awesome! Wish we could have come out for a bit, looks like you had a blast!
Buck’s Pocket is really a great place – if you haven’t been, you should go sometime, even for the day! SO much fun!
The pictures are wonderful. Ali will always remember this trip. You found out you can do it alone. And, with envy, it is wonderful for a family to get together like this and have a great time. It is great that Ali and the other kids can do the same things things you all did as children. So glad you made the decision to go on the trip.
Maybe we can try “glamping” next time and you can come along, too! :)
Girl, you are the supermom!!!!
And to think I have to psych myself up to just brave a grocery run with my munchkin! You are most definitely SUPERMOM!
Way to go!! Looks like you guys had fun in a beautiful place! And now…you have confidence for the next Supermom challenge, right?
Maybe after a couple of days off…. :)
Yes, you are, indeed, SUPER MOM! Glad you had a good time. I bet Ali won’t ever forget that weekend. Do you ever have in the back of your mind thoughts along the line of “Well, if this is a disaster at least I’ll have more to blog about than I would if we stay home this weekend.”?
EXACTLY!! You know exactly how I think! :)
wow. you are indeed supermom. i hope you’re having some downtime after all that activity. at least you had a little help from family. i’d be missing my hubby about now (or the whole weekend ;))
I did! I don’t do well away from him, which was also why I thought I was supermom. But it was only for one night, so I survived!!
That looks like fun but you guys look so cold! I love camping but it has to be warm. Otherwise I am just miserable. Although I’m pretty sure “warm” is a realative thing to each of us. :)
You would have probably been toasty warm! It was in the 60’s during the day, and dipped to the mid 30’s in the middle of the night. We just look cold because we’re not as used to it as you are!
You ARE fantastic. What a great feat! I am in awe.
Rock on, Supermom!! Looks like fun! Isn’t it funny how much work goes into something that seems as low key as camping! I think that you could prepare in so little time is really amazing!!! Way to go! Great pics, too!
Yes!! I always loved camping as a kid, so I thought I would as an adult, too. But the first few times Chris and I camped, we were shocked at all the work that goes into it! MUCH more fun as a kid! ;) But I really had a great time, despite all the maintenance.
Rachel, this is a great post! Camping makes such great family memories, but it is such HARD WORK for the Mom!! It’s worth it, though! :)
Nice! Looked like fun – sure wish Landon’s one and only first cousin lived close so that we could do that too! These are the memories your kiddos (at least Ali) will remember forever!
I’m only a mommy to two dogs and a cat but I live in Alabama and your post has put a trip to Buck’s Pocket on the list of things to do in my home state. Thanks for the inspiration!
Awesome!! It’s a great place – I hope you love it!!
No matter how many other adults are there, it is still a lot of extra work when you go somewhere w/o the hubby….so yes, you are most definitely a supermom for camping with 2 kids by yourself!
Love the picture of JC chasing Eli up the rocks and you holding Ali’s hand :)
I laughed out loud at the picture of Noah eating the grapes all stretched out in his stroller and the one of Tessa’s hair!