Oh, the shame

We went camping two weeks ago and I am still recovering (well not really, but it is a much more dramatic start to this post). To start off with it rained on our way to the site, we were quite convinced that we would be setting up a tent (that has leaked in the past) in the rain. Luckily when we arrived it was hot and humid (not sure if this was lucky). The campground manager told us, upon arrival, that if we had any issues with noisy neighbors to let him know....

As we pulled into our site (down by the river), I asked Kevin where he put the bag with the diapers. He asked which bag I packed the diapers in, I told him it was the black bag from the diaper store in Baltimore. He looked blankly at me. I feebly tried to explain to him where I left the bag (by the couch with my clothing bag). He continued to stare. We dug through the car and realized that we had no diapers for the weekend (my clothing bag was in the car). We were in the middle of nowhere and needed a store that sold disposables (allow me to cover my eyes in shame). I called my two camping buddies (who both have 2 year olds of their own) and explained my predicament. They promised to call if they passed a store. Funnily enough, we all arrived at a grocery store at the same time (not the same one).

Night One: We averted a major diaper crisis and managed to get everyone into their tents and ready to sleep...even though it was super hot. About an hour into feigned sleep a huge ruckus arouse a couple of tent sites away. Apparently they were not following quiet hours (well that was obvious) and they were jumping in the river (major broken rule). The campground director was not pleased with their mouthiness and refusal to comply to the rules and called the police. One of my trusty camp-mates told me that some people were arrested and the rest turned their headlights on to clean up the sight (the headlights shone into my tent...and it was quite irritating).

Night two was uneventful, except for the MAJOR thunderstorm. We basically prayed that the tent would hold and that no trees near us would get struck by lightning.

The tent held (minus some minor flooding by the doors) and when we arrived at home a neatly packed bag of diapers greeted us by the couch where we left them.