This week we decided to venture into the wild of Port Burwell camping for the week as a Family. As difficult as that would be, I felt it would be worth the experience for the sake of building family memories.
The week started with a stressful set up at camp followed by a series of HUGE thunderstorms that came and went through our stay which left everything super dirty and muddy and damp. We made it down to the beach once, during which I spent the entire time yelling at Benjamin not to wade out into the deep water. I swear the boy has no fear of anything, as not only the danger of the deep water but there were dangerous water conditions with large waves coming in from the stormy weather that week, needless to say that beach trip only lasted a whole 20 minutes before another storm came in off the lake.
Our dear friends Jason and April with their children braved the elements and stayed Sunday night through Tuesday. I think they had a good time despite the rainy conditions.
We had one great campfire with them Monday night and stayed up way to late, but we had some good laughs, even had a crabby neighbour ask us to keep it down...lol! We weren't being loud really we weren't...lol.
Then Tuesday came...this turned out to be our last day...although we planned to stay the whole week this was a day from H-E-double hockey sticks....after a night of yet another downpour, I woke to a muddy walk to the bathroom...of course I slipped and fell in the mud in my PJ's...lovely, I could tell this wasn't going to be a good day. I returned back to the trailer to then pack up the crew and head down for the showers..all went well until Isaac. I decided to give him a bath in the provided laundry tub facilities they had..of coarse warning all other guests waiting for showers that I was simply giving him a bath but to expect shrills that would lead them to think he was being murdered or something...and of course to expectations he could be heard to the other side of the campground. Poor little guy, poor me I think my ears are still ringing.
After returning to the site, we prepared breakfast and said farewell to Jason and April.
The day seemed to be looking up, however my nerves were just not holding their own...after a few rumbles of yet another thunderstorm, and my kids constant nagging I had a total and complete melt down. After about 30 minutes of crying, I settled in my trailer with Isaac, Liv and Jeremy for a well deserved nap. Trisha offered to take Ben to the park and let us rest, which truly was a God sent.
We were awoken about 2 hours later (I can't believe we slept that long) to my Mother yelling "Jeremy..Jeremy...IT'S BEN HE BROKE HIS ARM" we took off running out of the trailer without touching the ground I swear...and sure enough did he ever break his arm. It was completely displaced. One of those breaks that you don't even want to look at....we picked him up and rushed him to Emerge in Tillsonburg. There they gave him Demerol for the pain, followed by a needle to numb the site of the break...after which they had to pull and reset the arm back into place.
I nearly passed out, had to leave the room and could hear my poor baby's shrills of pain from the waiting room. 2 hours later we left with a Red "spider man" cast and returned to the Campground.
Wednesday we packed up and went HOME!
Lesson learned "Never go camping again"
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