Camping in the rain...

I'd like to say I was calm, happy, relaxed, enjoyed every moment, was Mrs Positive, full of laughter etc etc etc...(uggg) but to be honest I was cold, miserable, whiney & not much fun to be around...then there was the afternoon where I totally lost it, yelled at the kids (after they had been bickering all day) & yelled "THIS IS THE HOLIDAY FROM HELL"...David got out of bed - yes, he'd been sleeping all morning & then had gone back to bed after lunch leaving sleep deprived Lissy to deal with the unhappy tired wet kids - & realised that I needed a break & he drove into the town to get some things we needed. However I spent the time writing a very nasty diary entry about walking to get the car serviced the day before & how on Saturday I'd wanted to have a "rest day" (ha ha, maniacal laughter...AS IF!) but instead had been walking up & down the highway to sort out car issues & packing the hundreds of things you need when you go camping...but I won't get started on THAT. 

D took long service leave this week & was determined to take the trailer down to Kangaroo Valley. Rain started setting in Sunday night & the reports said it looked like rain all week...but we still went. The highlight for me was a glass of wine Monday night, & heading into the local shops Tuesday for a home roasted mug of hot coffee that was made in a place called "Jack's" - it was the best darn coffee I've had in AGES. Like my sister said, I like my creature comforts now that I'm heading toward the big 4-oh! I would trudge off to the toilets through the mud fantasizing about a little cottage somewhere with a fireplace, or some sort of heater. Did I mention the fact that the local wombats - nocturnal - decided they liked to crawl under our trailer & scratch their muddy backs on the edges & then poop everywhere???? Especially about 3am. More uggggg. However the kids & I did like feeding all the ducks who loved the rain. There was something lovely about throwing out bits of old bread for them. Bonnie tried to be very fair & made sure they all got some, from the grumpy alpha males up front, to the poor little young ones up the back who were lower down the pecking order...

I also am in the middle of weaning off some steroids so I'm stiff & sore enough without being out in the elements. This poor old body feels like it is getting ready to pack it in. My wrists & hands are so sore today. Not too sore that I can't type but it's hard to do much else. I went through box after box of tissues with my cold before we left & SURPRISINGLY I still have my cold? Can't imagine why...

But out of love for David we all headed off. We had a few laughs along the way. But if I hear the song "Mahnamanah" ONE MORE TIME I'm going to turn into a crazed Muppet! (This is Eric's favourite song at the moment. It was cute the first hundred times, then each rendition started to become like fingers down a blackboard...) There's no food in the house now that we've arrived home & Mount Washmore is growing in the laundry. Thank goodness for our dryer...& there's no sign of SUNSHINE for at least a week? Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!

(Serious muttering under breath about whether I will be going away these coming winter holidays...or going out in that trailer again...5 weeks until the next school hols...)

Deep breath...tomorrow is Friday & there is Preschool for Eric & school for Bonnie. I'm going to calmly take them & then crawl into bed & rest with books, coffee, tissues, good music & the phone will be off the hook. If anyone dares disturb me...well, consider yourself warned. 

Please excuse this not-very-happy post. I'm off to do another load of laundry...or TEN...