Sunday, October 07, 2012
I had a really rough weekend camping physically, mentally and emotionally. It used to be so much fun. I would look forward to it all year. I usually end up with the lion's share of the work, but I didn't mind so much because the benefits outweighed the draw backs.
My husband came down with the creeping crud Wednesday and didn't go with us Thursday night when we left. My Mom who is usually also there was getting over the crud she gave to my hubby so she didn't spend much time either. So there I was in sole custody of my four kids and their guests for the grand total of four teenage girls and a tween to boot and my little guy.
They did help much more with set up and break down of our 60 lb. 18' x10' tent and gazebo. The physical demand on my knee with my degenerative joint disease is really hard on me while grinding bone on bone in a few spots. I still did all the cooking and organizing, but what really drained me was the herding kids, guests' bad behavior and teenage drama. I ended up in a shouting match with my middle daughter last night because the bitter cold and skipping a day of her psych meds had got to her. My oldest child and her best friend and their adventures with my girl's ex were the killer. I am exhausted, disgusted and just feel degraded.
To top it all off I was deeply disappointed that I am no longer able to hike at my leisure for miles around the camp. That was always the fun part for me. Being able to walk about and smell the campfires and see all the colorful creative decorations from harvest themes to playful Halloween or full on spooky scenes; that was the fun of it. I couldn't get in the paddle boat. I couldn't climb on the trailer for the hay ride. I thought I was going fall down the slope to the amphitheater like the year my middle daughter got caught on her bike and went careening out of control down the hill and flipped over the rail of the bridge. I did make it to the VIPs' Haunted trail giving me 8500 steps for Friday, but I paid so dearly for it. I walked and worked quite a bit every day and now I am just worn out. My aqua therapy session tomorrow morning will be a tough one
The other big challenge was our friends that visit all had to bring something to contribute. This was mostly in the form of healthy stuff like Doritos, chips, popcorn, pop and moon pies. I was so grateful for the apple cider and help making Bonzai Burgers like Red Robin sells. I tried to be good and snacked on baked crackers and cheese curls and skinny cow bars. I ate more than I should, but I did pretty well under the circumstances and I promised myself I wouldn't beat myself up over it.
I'm going to pick myself up off my butt, dust myself off and start right where I am now rather than waiting for tomorrow. I also promise that I will go to my aqua therapy tomorrow morning no matter how rough I feel. I may even feel better for it. However, I am seriously considering making this the last camping trip for Fall Festival. We've gone almost every year for 17 years, but I don't know if I can take the torture any more.