Mama's Day 2005

Sleep Deprivation Becomes Me

Our first night camping was marred by a high-pitched yell at 1:30 a.m. That's never good, but the girl has never experienced rain from within a tent. And as you can imagine the pitter, patter, plop, plopping of the water woke the princess and scared her a wee bit. Jarred from our sleep we immediately realize that Zoey (our dog) is tied up outside the tent and being pelted with rain - so the zip, zip, zipping of the seemingly thousand zippers at the tent exit caused enough commotion that Kenzie was WIDE awake for. several. long. yawn. filled. hours. and ready to play....

She finally fell asleep between us at 4:00ish as I'm imagining our camping neighbors doing horrible things to us if our child didn't stop making all that noise. Struck with a sudden sense of pessimism about this whole camping with child thing...we were pleasantly surprised to find the girl immediately back on schedule without complaint the next day. She even slept through the neighboring {and when I say neighboring, I mean ten feet from our tent} rowdy marine campers with a fondness of the "F" word; who talked exhuberantly long into the night. Phew.

She has redeemed herself as a super adjustable child and we've emerged from the Mother's Day camping trip with hope for subsequent trips....not to mention the justifiable argument to Doug's craving for a tent or travel trailer.