of camping are not nearly as high on my list of "let's do THIS again soon!" Let's see, we started off pretty well, and then the 2.5 yo found the poison oak. She thought it would be so fun to play in it. She was wrong. She endured a vigorous wash with Dawn Dishwashing liquid (cuts the oil of the poison oak) and a serious wash-down of cold water. She was not very happy about either of those things, but she didn't get poison oak!
We had a lovely campfire Thursday night with great conversation and a lot of laughter, roasted s'mores, and enjoyed each other a lot.
Two of my children awoke with headaches and John had a fever that lasted most of the day. We were able to enjoy the lake and all the children except for John spent hours in the water. He had the glazed look that comes from feeling like a dead fish, and his eyes were pretty droopy and sad. He went to bed before dinner and stayed there all night. However! The night was not to be without its excitement. Our oldest dear daughter woke up and promptly shared her stomach's contents with her sleeping bag, her pillow, and her clothing. She was quite miserable, and we were not too joyful ourselves, but helped the poor dear thing to clean up, tossed the pillow, gave her a fresh sleeping bag, and helped her back to bed. For much of the night she dry-heaved. We woke up, packed up, and came home.
This was not like our previous camping experiences! We have never had this happen, and have almost always had stress-free camping (well, maybe that is a misnomer - stress-free camping - there is no such thing for a mom!) But I think you know what I mean. Normally we have lovely family times that are very precious. This just was not that.
It is NICE to be home, it is NICE to have air conditioning, it is NICE to have running water, and it was REALLY nice to have a shower.
Our middle daughter is having trouble walking correctly - I think her hip is out of joint or something. She was in pain last week and it was out of whack. She is no longer in pain, but is not walking normally. It is very unusual and if it is going to happen to anyone, it is going to happen to my sunny, wild girl. If you think of her, please pray for Abigail; we would appreciate it so much!
Happy end of July - I am glad we are home.