Tense in Tents

PJ sent me a text message, an hour or so into the drive to the coast: I'd left my battery charger at home.  Oh, dear.  Was I going to become one of those people who actually experienced physical stress in the absence of a fully charged mobile (cell) phone?

Yes.  Yes I was.  My name is Trish and I don't really like being without my phone.

I had to search a few different stores but I found a charger for my phone and immediately my stress levels fell back to normal.  Not least because this meant I would now be able to contact my husband and whinge to him about the sheer hell of being on a camping trip with two children who apparently could find nothing better to do at the coast than ARGUE WITH EACH OTHER NON-STOP.

I'm well accustomed to my children arguing.  The problem with them doing it on a camping trip is that the walls of the tent are incredibly thin and not only can the neighbours (my parents on one side and a nice old couple in their caravan, enjoying the peace and quiet on another) hear everything the kids are saying ("those are my socks, they're not yours, they're mine... no they're not... yes they are...") but they can also hear everything I am saying.  I'm not sure how many times the neighbours heard me say "if you two can't stop fighting we'll go home" but if they were playing a drinking game?  Like taking a big sip of their shandies every time I made an empty threat? They would have been pissed out of their minds. 

Comments

[Joh]

Love your sub title on the blog. I always wonder when I hear neighbours kids fighting if they can hear our arguments too! I think that's what makes me cringe, not the argument you hear, but the realisation that you really are that close!

[Alyson Hill]

Camping trips: where everyone can hear you scream at your kids (and only your kids know you don't mean it!) :D