Camping with 3 kids

Camping with 3 kids

If you’re thinking about doing this then it may be a good idea to reconsider ALL of your options like a staycation, visiting a distant relative or just cancelling your annual leave altogether and going to work! All of those options have to be better than going camping with 3 kids. After doing it last weekend I can safely say I would rather rub chillies in my eyes than do it again.

I thought it would be a great idea to take the family camping for the weekend at the Big Church Day Out festival last weekend. L wasn’t keen mainly because she doesn’t like festivals or crowds but I really wanted to go so I did. Big Church Day out is a festival that brings together thousands of Christians from all over the UK and Europe to worship and celebrate all that is good.

The festival has a special place in my heart as we took the girls there last year and it was the day after our embryo was transferred and that little embryo is now our tiniest human. So technically she has been to the festival twice!! I remember thinking about how we could be pregnant the whole day we were there so it’s nice to go back with our little success story.

Thankfully L came with us on the Friday to set up. I was grateful for the extra pair of hands which was needed just to transport all of the stuff. I mean have you seen how much STUFF you need to go camping? Then all the child paraphernalia on top of that! Geepers my car was weighed down and bursting at the seams. Then all that STUFF has to go back home with you and be put away in the right place when all of the excitement of the trip has worn off and all that’s left is the smell of outdoors and portaloos haunting you.

The first night we were all excited and clean and enjoying ourselves. We went out for dinner in the village pub which was lovely and I thought “this is easy. I can totally do this”. Then there was the night. The dark of night set in and the chaotic one decided it would be fine to wake 5 times. Thankfully the tiniest human did me a favour and I only had to get up to feed her once. She is an angel. L whispered “warrior” when I got up and it made me smile and feel strong. When I asked her the next day why she said it her reply was “You just are, and even more so because you’re determined to do this with the kids this weekend”. Aww made me feel all warm, gooey and appreciated inside.

I was sad when L left but I understand her and I know there is no point in forcing her to do something she doesn’t want to. So off we set on our separate ways. I had made this cart to transport the kids around from an idea on pinterest. It was perfect. More so when I managed to recruit someone else to drag them around in it!!! I got loads of comments about it, although I wasn’t feeling quite so smug when I came round a corner too quickly and it rolled over with the bigger girls inside! Bad mum moment! They were fine of course but I certainly took the corners a lot slower after that. So I could be seen over the weekend with the tiny one in a sling strapped to my chest and the two bigger girls being transported along in their wagon. I was sweating! Like full-on-almost-exploding-knee-pit-and-under-boob-sweat sweating!!! Not attractive at all. Thankfully I did manage a shower over the weekend it was just the kids that didn’t!!

We saw some fantastic artists on the various stages and there was loads for the kids to do. They had an absolute ball. The downside was I spent half my time in portaloos with the kids. I tried to make them go when I was there but then they would say they didn’t need it. I would then walk about 500m back to a stage or exhibit and one of them would now need it so I’d have to go all the way back 3 kids in tow with the baby pinned to my chest. That made it interesting when I needed the toilet! I was grateful I had a blocked nose but seriously I was so sick of having to visit those plastic cabins full of dirty mess. You can imagine my WTF face when I dropped my hair towel on the floor in the portaloos and then the grand finale was my friend who gave G a punnet of blueberries. Before I knew it she had ate the lot and nobody needs to clean up that mess, by hand, from a travel dinosaur potty positioned at your camp. L could not hack this as even I was broken!

I don’t think I’ve been so thankful to see my house. It feels like luxury 5 star accommodation in comparison. I was so grateful for running water and toilets that flush but I think L wanted to bleach us all when we arrived back home.

Some bits of the weekend were AMAZING. Spending time with friends, seeing the girls having such a great time outdoors, the artists and sessions we took part in were brilliant, thought provoking and interesting. To top it off I came away with a nice sunkissed glow. But if it hadn’t of been for my friends who helped me out I wouldn’t have lasted the whole weekend so for them I am grateful. Now I could sleep for a week, my body feels like it’s been hit by a bus and all of the prep that went into it was too much. Next year I’m definitely just going for the day. L said she will come too!! Woohoo!

So after that super busy weekend I’ve been smacked in the face with the joys of half term! Seriously why do the nurseries and schools close??! I’ll be there super sharp on Monday morning to drop the noisy ones off as I need some quiet time and my toddler to stop telling me “I don’t like you”!


Carry on Camping

Carry on Camping

Geepers. I keep telling myself I need to slow down. That next week will be less manic so there will be time to relax a little but I never quite get to that point. This week it was preparing for a mad busy chocka block weekend camping in the New Forest then jetting off to Scotland kid free for a wedding.

It was L’s birthday on Friday so as a surprise I booked a camping trip for us all. We used to camp loads pre-kids so this was going to be our first family trip and we were excited to see what the kids thought. Obviously in my head it was glorious sunshine and the kids running around laughing and playing and us sitting out late chatting, looking at the stars and melting marshmallows. Katy world. Instead it peed it down and we were pretty much confined to the 4 canvas walls.

I packed everything but the kitchen sink and we set off in the pouring rain heading for the New Forest. The kids were separated in the back with the tent and we were all stuffed with duvets and pillows (I needed a little luxury).

It was a military operation getting our tent set up. I hate this bit as it normally ends up with us falling out after telling each other they’re doing it wrong and one of us declaring the tent pole would be going where the sun didn’t shine but astonishingly we got on smashing, there were no crossed words and best of all the kids were so elated. They were running around all excited and giggling. It was so cute.

I’d baked some cupcakes for L’s birthday along with bringing along her presents all wrapped up from the girls and me. Within 10 minutes G dropped the cake tin upside down after letting it do a few rolls through her arms. I knew immediately the chocolate fudge frosting was knackered but I was still determined to take them out with us with some candles and matches to sing happy birthday while we were on our day out that I had planned with all of L’s favourite things.

Well the fact it was peeing it down from the moment we left the camp on the walk to the train station, while we were on the train, on the walk to the ferry, whilst on the ferry and when we walked along hengitsbury head, there was no hope of us getting the candles alight. We ended up taking a land train off the beach in the hope we would get dry quicker but we were now drenched right through. I revealed the cakes and they looked quite similar to the scene from a fortnight ago when the chaotic one squashed poo into my cream carpet which I was left to clean up as both kids were crying about it and L was standing in the corner gagging and being all pathetic.

I was really looking forward to getting back into the warmth and dry when we got back but no such luck. The heavens had still opened and inside the tent my bed was wet from a dripping roof. I seriously contemplated sleeping in the shower block. The kids were oblivious to all of this and still loving it but I decided that camping is way more fun when you drink alcohol oh and you have a dry tent!

Despite my grumbles L had a wonderful time and we got some lovely pictures from some special memories. We were back home by 9am the next morning and the tent was left at the campsite dumped in the bin but surprisingly the kids didn’t complain once. There was none of that monotone whinge. You know the type that makes your blood boil, your ears ring and no matter how diplomatic, calm and patient you are, it continues and it winds you up even more. Nope none of that. Not a drop. They were the most delightful tiny humans ever at the weekend. Long may it continue and not just when camping as I’m not sure I’m ready to experience that again this year.