Well, last night we camped in our own back yard. Rather, we camped in the barren bit beside our garage.
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Things actually went well, until Girl 1 got up in the middle of the night to cover Boy 2. I woke up to the sound of plastic rustling and I thought a rodent was taking up residence in my home away from home.
After the waking of the entire sagerat clan and the ensuing discussions of comfort, dreams, and desires for water, everyone tried to go back to sleep. Only they didn't. They tossed, and turned and made the trailer wiggle this way and that. I began to get motion sick.
I get motion sick sleeping in a water bed. I dream I am going in and out with the tide. I also get motion sick in rocking recliners and lo to the child who causes the recliner to lean back quickly!
It is impossible to sleep when you are certain your trailer is about to tip over, and your husband is adamant that it won't. He then questions my faith in his capacity for taking care of his family, would he let us sleep in a trailer that is about to tip over?
I imagine not, and I try to get my head to believe it, but it's listening to my stomach, which is sloshing about and threatening to empty it's contents, all because it's reacting to those little hairs in my cochlea, that are swishing back and forth, causing my brain to believe that we in a precarious position.
Whoever heard of a person who needs a Dramamine just to go to sleep in a camp trailer?
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