mid wasa update

I guess with four kids and only one grown up and no other human contact than with each other, it's inevitable that at some point there may be some contention.

I don't know about you but I long for a lack of contention SO HARD that it causes in me a level of anxiety that actually breeds contention. Which probably makes me a hypocrite? Or an enigma. Whatever it might be doesn't matter, because it makes me something and that something leaves a lot to be desired.

It's my own fault, really. And this trip confirms it. My kids are lazy, indoor kids. If I had to pick an analogy, and who doesn't love a good analogy, then I would pick the lazy, sleepy, purry indoor cat to the wild, energetic barn cat.

They would rather be inside, like me. I mean, I love camping and they would say they do too but lets face it, if I could sit and purr and snooze in the sun all day then I would much prefer that to entertaining myself endlessly in the forest.

I guess the apples don't fall too far...so to speak.

In a 9 day tenting, coolering, sleeping bagging, hard ground sleeping, reading (me trying), no tv'ing camping trip I would say it's fair to assume that the only grown up (me) is at some point going to want a break. But no break is to be had. Unless....

Unless I lose my patience and chastise the bickering children for two minutes too long and they all go away for 20 minutes leaving me to brood whilst reading the silliest book I have ever read.

Yes, I'm still talking about Outlander. I'd love to be done with it but the children.....

I'm tired.

So, I guess what I'm saying is that today was not such a great day. There was contention, a chastising mother, a back-talking 12 year old and some quiet time.

All in all we are doing well and having fun despite the fact I brought too much bread-like stuff and it's moulding. It's hot hot hot. And my lake hair is inexplicable.

And I won't even mention that Amelia's hair hasn't been brushed since Thursday........

Would we trade it for being lazy at home?

Nope. None of us would. And I know because I asked everyone if we should just pack up and go home.

So, here I sit on the beach. The children are frolicking in the lake. Contention spent and passed. This is what it's supposed to be like. I guess we all just forgot for a moment.

Hold up.....spoke too soon. The 12 year old is still on one.

I'm walking away...

wasa 2012

tell me what to do, please

I feel like I'm in a bit of a conundrum. Today is the day we are supposed to go camping. The truck is fixed and sitting in my drive way. The food is bought and, except for the cooler, packed. Laundry is done. Everything is sitting by my front door waiting to be put in my truck. I am ready, I feel ready to go.

Almost.

There is just one thing, my iPhone crapped out last night. Took it's last breath. Died and won't take a charge. So now I have no access to the real world.

Did I ever tell you about the time I took four kids camping by myself and locked my sleeping baby in the truck with the a/c on while I ran down to the lake to tell my girlfriend something?

No? Well let me tell you, it was terrifying when I realized I couldn't get into the truck without the very keys that were keeping it running and cool, on the inside, with the doors locked.

It only took an hour, which is nothing short of a miracle, being so remote. I was running from one place to the next with my girlfriends cell phone trying to find help. A lovely man drove from Kimberely to help me and unlocked the truck. I waited, with a couple of rangers beside the truck ready to smash the window if the baby woke and became upset. She slept through the whole thing and didn't wake until I opened the door to grab her and squeeze the living daylights out of her. Tender mercies.

I cried a lot that day.

Anyway, without a cell phone, that situation would have been very hard to navigate.

Do I leave today and go camping with no access to help or to the man or to any of the things I love so much. My music, for the 4 hour drive. My email. My blogging. I fear my blog will die if I'm not there to feed it. My plan was to feed the beast via my iPhone.

No Instagram! This is truly a tragedy in the making, people.

Now what?

Am I being alarmist? Should I just go and pretend this is a time when single woman travelling with 4 children don't need a cell phone? There was a time such as that, I know there was but......

Or do I postpone it a day and try to get the phone situation sorted out?

Being out of touch with the man for 10 days makes me uneasy and driving through the mountains with no way of calling for help makes me nauseous.

It's just me and the kids. What if I get hurt, or sick? The kids are stranded trying to get help. If one of them gets hurt or sick I can get them to help but not having a cell, after I've had one for 10 years, leaves me a bit panicked.

Not to mention I got about 4 hours of sleep last night and my head is pounding. Making solving this problem more tedious.

I know, you're wondering why I'm not used to the headaches induced by insomnia. I'm wondering the same thing.

Well, now that I've written this all out I am thinking that today I will go get a new phone and leave tomorrow. I may sleep tonight and feel better about the whole thing if I plan for that.

What would you do?

the waiting.....

I had a temper tantrum last night. I stomped my feet and I even slammed a door before anyone could yell at me "don't slam the door!"

This is the beauty of being the grown up. I get to do the yelling and the slamming.

Without boring you with temper tantrum details I will tell you that I do not care for the feeling of being trapped. It makes me cranky and testy and prone to the slamming of doors.

I don't have a vehicle right now. I do, however, have 4 children and a million things to do and can't because I don't have a vehicle. Being trapped in and or around the house for days on end makes me stabby.

Throat punchy.

Slammy, stompy, sulky and plain old mad.

Anyway, I spent the night alone, in my room, with Bertha (yes, I named my laptop Bertha), a book, some pop and some DVD's.

A much needed time out.

Remember when spending Friday nights alone meant something else? Something a little more self esteem destroying and a little less 'ahhhhhhhh, that's better'.

In three nights I leave for 10 days to brave the wilderness and it's inhabitants. And by that I mean my children in a tent. There is a lot to do before then and I would love to be doing it but.........

I have lists. 3 lists. Things to eat. Things to buy. Things to pack. They are all sitting idly by while my truck sits in a shop that doesn't work on Saturdays.

I know, I can't believe it either. A mechanic shop that doesn't work on Saturdays? Who do these mechanics think they are anyway?

So.....I have some time to kill while I wait. I really wish I had the new Footloose DVD. I could use me somma that right now.

Things are going to get really crazy up in here as soon as my truck is fixed and by the time I get to Wasa Lake I will be so spent I will wonder what I was thinking. Usually I reserve that question for about 5 days in.

So now I will go set up the new tent to make sure it even works and has all its pieces. Then I will put together the hibachi and make sure it works and has all its pieces.

Then I will wait some more........

What are you waiting for?

say, er....what?

Once again the two wee's are at day camp. One happily and one not so happily. Why does the 9 year old think he's 14 and therefore too old for the 'little kids' at day camp?

I am supposed to be doing homework but instead I am not doing homework.

I want to talk about the word 'er' for a moment. Indulge me, would ya?

I am reading Outlander. I bought this book about three years ago and have put it off because it's long. And it's also part of a series which scares the crap out of me. I like to remain non-committal when it comes to most things. I have committed to an eternal marriage and to at least 4 eternal children. That's a ton of commitment, is it not? I would like, therefore, to have relationships that are a lot less committal because of all the previously mentioned commitment.

Okay, here's an observation that has plagued me the entire time to took to write that last paragraph: Commit has one t. Committal has 2 t's. Committed had 2 t's but commitment only has one t.

I don't get it.

Anyway, books are a pretty safe place to remain non-committal. No one gets hurt when I decide to not finish a book. Well, I get hurt because once I start something I like to see it through. Until I think too much about commitment and then I decide that books are not something I need to be committed to. Are you confused yet?

Good, welcome to my blog.

Okay, so, Outlander has about 850 pages in it. To me that's a big book. I don't like such big books because of.......you guessed it, my commitment, or lack thereof, issues. But I bought the first of the series because I heard good things and I did love the Harry Potter series (except for the last half of the last book which I still have yet to finish. Another story.) But clearly, I don't mind a good series. How do you know if it's good, though, if you don't read the books? And 7 or more 800 page books?? That is starting to look like an eternal commitment to me.

This is totally not what I wanted to talk about today. What is going on around here?

Er. Er is what I wanted to talk about. Do me a favour and read this next sentence out loud: "You were, er, ah...I mean...do ye not remember me, from then?"

And this one, remember, out loud: "Oh, er, aye."

And this: "I, er, don't suppose he means to take any steps about it?"

Now, in all honesty, have you ever in your life heard anyone use the word 'er' in a conversation? With you? In real life?

Um? Yeah. Too much um. Uh? Naturally, most of us use that one. And not intelligently, I might add.

But er? Is that an English, like from England, thing? I don't like it. And it is way over used in this book.

I want to propose that we do away with the word 'er' in the English language as it seems nonsensical to me and completely unnecessary.

Are we all agreed? Good.

I will admit that I almost broke up with this book at page 100. That was the level of my commitment. 100 pages. I decided that since I read that 100 pages real quick-like I would commit to another 100. I am on page 200 and I, er, will admit that I, er, really like it.

So I will, er, commit to the end. Of this book. Not the series, necessarily. Geez, what do you want from me?

academia

So.......I received my university correspondence course in the mail a few weeks ago and haven't even cracked it open because I've been so lazy busy doing other things. Okay, that's a lie. I did crack it open and closed it 5 minutes later when the children made it perfectly clear I would not be expanding my brain with knowledge and stuff at that particular moment. I haven't even tried because my minions make it real hard-like.

Anyway, I need to get crack-a-lackin. Youknowwhatimean?

In the interest of academia I bribed the two littles with big ol' slurpees if they went to day camp today.

Here is where I plug the City of Calgary community day camps. They are free, people.

FREE!!

Free day camps? Yes please.

Anyway, so they are at day camp until 3:30 which means that as soon as I am done talking to you, my people, I will be educating......and stuff.

While I was filling my cup with ice, the cup in which I will pouring Diet Pepsi into momentarily, I said to the 14 year old, "We need to put more ice cube trays in the freezer because you and I are going through ice like the Dickens."

To which she responded, "Did the Dickens go through a lot of ice too?"

Umm.......

Okay, so if you need me I am here. Getting smarter. Or that's the plan anyway. Everyone be quiet now.

Shhhhhhh.

anyway, it's tuesday.......

So, it's Tuesday and here's what I think about that:

1. I need the wee one to learn how to ride her bike before we leave for camping next week. But I don't want to teach her. And I don't want to pay the ridiculous Pedalhead price of $160 to have someone else teach her something the rest of us learned for free. Because that's how it went back then. We got on our bikes and we learned how to ride them. Now we pay people, no more qualified than ourselves, to do it for us. I'm not so sure what this says about our lazy society but what it says about me is that I'm cheap.

I can't teach her though because I'm low on patience and I figure I should start stock piling it for the 10-days-of-camping-with-just-me-and-4-children extravaganza coming up.

2. Next Tuesday I leave for 10 days with 4 children to camp. In a tent. Just me. And them.

It seemed like a good idea at the time.

3. Back to the bike thing. I offered any and all other children in this house $20 to teach her so I don't have to. They went out an hour ago and I haven't seen or heard from anyone so not only is it quiet but children are learning things and making money.

4. I am fully expecting some big juicy tears to come through the front door anytime now.

5. My truck is dying. Which may impede my ability to camp next week but let's hope not since I have already started the list making for this grand event and that is no easy feat!

6. Tents and coolers and 4 kids. 10 days. I may have mentioned........

7. I just threw away ANOTHER pair of Amelia's shoes that I just caught the dog eating. This is the thing. A couple of months ago I went out and bought her 4 pairs of $5 shoes. So it doesn't make me nuts when she eats them but come on dog! Enough.

8. Yesterday the dog ate a bottle of suntan lotion. That's gross, right? Why doesn't she believe me when I tell her it's gross to eat that stuff.

9. And also, yesterday she ate half a brick of unsalted butter. In one gulp.

Honestly. Dogs are dumb. I've taken to calling her Dummy because, really, what else is there to call someone who eats unsalted butter and suntan lotion?

10. I'm super excited about the day camp happening at the church across the street. Along with the lawn mowing it's so tranquil around here I feel as though I'm not about to slip into madness at all.

11. I am hoping that mid-July is a perfectly normal time to start the crazed craving for the children to go back to school. And if not, then I am way ahead of schedule and being ahead is always a good thing.....no?

12. Last night my brother teased me on the twitter by saying he was waiting to find out if his wife was pregnant or not. It was not cool. Not cool at all!

13. I used to dream about people being pregnant and then finding out they were. It hasn't happened in a long time but I wish it would because I appreciated the head's up.

Anyway.............