What Happened To The Tent??

photo (22)After what was one of the best family days, we crashed into bed around 10:30.  We were all exhausted from the day and couldn’t wait to get some sleep.  Andy and I love camping, we’ve camped all over the US and we have come to find that when sleeping on the ground it is most comfortable for us to open up all of the sleeping bags and spread them out.  We probably had 6 sleeping bags/blankets laid out, 5 pillows, and three fleece blankets for us to layer and curl up under. 

This tent that we were using was a 4-6 man tent.  It wasn’t large, but it wasn’t too small either.  It was 55 degrees, almost a little to chilly, so we each wore our pullover jackets and snuggled down under the blankets.  It was Andy, me, Matty, and Davy.  At 12:45, Matty sits up and starts projectile vomiting across this little tent.  All over himself, me, the blankets, his stuffed animals, pillows, just everything.  Instantly, we all wake up and move out-of-the-way.  So gross.  To top it all off we are in the middle of 100 other tents and it is soooo quiet out.  So, as the stench takes over, I start pushing Andy to get out of the tent and get some towels to help me clean this up.  He opens the tent and trips trying to get out ripping the whole bottom of the tent so now it won’t close.  He stumbles into one of our beach chairs to catch himself and breaks the chair.  Oh my…

I start throwing the nasty stuff out of tent and strip him out of his clothes.  Davy sleeps on his stomach and is just staring at us with big eyes, and little Matty is sitting on Davy’s back in just his pull up trying to stay out-of-the-way.  He was so cold. 

We eventually get the mess cleaned up as best we could, flip around to the other end of tent, and try to go back to sleep.  Somewhere along the way Andy and I start laughing at the absurdity of this situation and we can’t stop.  We are trying to be quiet, so I end up crying I was laughing so hard.

Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep because every time Matty moved or moaned I thought another round was coming.  Several people asked us why we didn’t just pack up and go home, but it was dark, there were at least 100 tents all around us and we would have made a lot of noise trying to pack, and the car was way down the road in the parking lot.  It just didn’t make any sense.  The next morning Garrett said he heard something, he just thought it was an animal outside his tent.  By 8:15, Andy had the cars loaded and the poor tent was in the garbage can.  This was definitely a moment to remember.  🙂

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