18 Jan Moving Right Along

So on that fateful day ...
Well, leading up to the day you know it took us a week to get the tents back down again because it rained, but we finally managed to put them away on Saturday, and then packed the car on Sunday for the most part, and then finally finished the packing at about 10am on the Monday morning we were leaving, hohum ...
So we then travel to about three different caravan parks, one of which was a dump, and the others were way too much for an unpowered site. Finally, its 2pm and we are hot, bothered and discouraged, when I hit on a free camp ground here. The place was really nice, but it was ho-ot. Found out later that it topped 37 degrees. So its about 4pm by this time, and we let the children loose, and start hauling out our gear from the car. Position the big tent first, and start raising it. SNAP! One of the flexible fibreglass tent poles for one of the smaller compartments break.
Sigh. That's fine, we can work around this. Michael is starting to loose it, but I'm not ready to give up yet.
Then SNAP! One of the main fibre glass tent poles break in not one, but TWO places.
We are so done.
I chuck a mild temper tantrum there, but I couldn'r vent properly, because a) it wasn't the other's fault, and b) there wete other campers there by this stage.
My children in the mean time had found some charcoal to play in, so they are sweaty and black as they are tearfully bundled back in the car.
Home again and Michael is being really nice to me because I had gone quiet. No words were left for me, only thoughts. We pack everything away again, and have a nice sausage stroganoff with pasta for dinner. Roll the tired children off to bed, and watch some Eureka before we head off to bed too.
The next day I sort of plod along, and do what must be done, but I'm still real tired and fed up. And its hot. The air con went on at about 2pm!
That evening I suddenly get a need to tie up my tomatoes. So I go out ands spend about half an hour fixing my garden, and feel better when I get back in again.
Hot night.
This morning I wake up at 7pm to a baby boy whjo has pooped his bed and himself! Seriously!! Then I find an older boy has wet his bed too! Dude!!
But you know, it was alright. Michael got up with me and he cleaned the small child and filled the washing machine with the bath water while I change and remake the bunk beds, and wash the washing and hang it out. We have toast with home made oat and brown sugar bread, and things have been fine.
I am well content right now :)
 we are planning the new school year and the activities we'll be doing (swimming, dancing, outings of various sorts), and the Muppets movie Daddy is taking them to is a hot topic (though its costing the earth - over $30!!), and also whether we'll go back to the same grounds next holidays and try again or not.
All exciting stuff!