We took the camper on its maiden voyage this weekend. Well, if going to a campground 30 minutes away qualifies as a voyage. All the state parks were booked up for the holiday weekend and we decided a place close to home would be in our best interest. Hubby and I are veteran campers, but Peanut and the dog are newbies, and some people just aren’t cut out for roughing it.
We had a great time. We let Peanut stay up waaaaay to late Friday night, so he had a screaming meltdown at bedtime. “Nooooooo caaaaaamper. Go bye-byyyyyyyye. Sleep in mommyyyyyyyyy’s bed!” The solution was for Hubby to hold Peanut until he fell asleep. During that time, we were not allowed to talk, sing, look at, or touch Peanut. But once he finally nodded off, he was out for the night. Lily woke us up at some point, growling and whining at a resident armadillo. Then Hubby was called out for a murder at about 3 am. Luckily, he only had to assist a small agency that hasn’t dealt with a murder in YEARS and wanted some hand-holding. He made it back by breakfast time, so we all ate together.
The rest of Saturday was uneventful. We hung around, ate, went for a walk, and were lazy. Peanut wasn’t impressed with dinner, and had only licked the cheese off cheesy crackers for lunch, so we drove to a fast food place. He stuffed himself with a couple bites of yogurt, half of a chicken nugget, and a couple of fries. I’m surprised he doesn’t outweigh me with all the food he eats.
We got him off to sleep at a reasonable hour without much fuss. He did ask several times to go bye-bye, but didn’t cry or scream. Our armored friend visited again during the night, but Lily decided it wasn’t worth the effort to wake up. We all were nice and snuggly until 6 am when Hubby was called out to another freakin’ murder. So, we got up, packed up camp, and headed home.