When we last left our family, the toddler had just puked after the first day of camping. Will things get better? Or will they get worse?
After the puking incident, we decided to call it a night. The older kids were camping with their friends in another camping space, so we got baby Boo ready for bed. I took her into the tent and made an alarming discovery. The air mattress was flat. Completely flat.
This was no slow leak! It had only been a few hours since I had pumped it up! Hoping against all hope that I hadn’t plugged the hole correctly, I checked the air hole. Sealed tight. There was definitely a hole, and it was a big one.
Sportsguy and I
argued calmly discussed whether he should go into town to buy a new air mattress or not. In the end, I won he lovingly agreed to go to Fred Meyer to buy a new mattress. An hour later, our new mattress was pumped up, and we were ready for bed.
Dog and all, we climbed into the tent. We snuggled Baby Boo into her pack n play, put the dog bed in the corner of the tent, and gingerly zipped up the broken tent zipper. Fortunately, it zipped up pretty well from the inside of the tent. There was a little opening at the bottom of the door, but it wasn’t too bad.
Sportsguy and I climbed into our sleeping bag, and it wasn’t long before we fell asleep. Sometime in the middle of the night, baby Boo woke up, cold. I snuggled her in our sleeping bag to warm her up, and soon we were all asleep again.
At dawn, Boo woke up again, happy. As I sleepily looked around the tent, I noticed something. Rather, I noticed that something was missing.
I woke Sportsguy up and asked, “Where is Chloe the Wonder Mutt?” We both glanced toward the tent door. The little hole at the bottom of the door had grown into quite the big hole. And our dog wasn’t in the tent…
To be continued…