*sound of ruffling sleeping bag*

It’s Tuesday, August 19th. It’s about 20 minutes after 4 in the morning.

::groan::

*more shuffling sounds*

Somebody’s house alarm here went off at 4:00 in the fucking morning. I haven’t been able to get back to sleep.

In other news, the in-laws dog got sprayed by a skunk….Oh yeah, did I mention this is a dog-friendly camp?

::sigh::

The dog managed to get out of its leash and just took off. It must have come across a skunk and got sprayed. Half the campsite smells now.

Of course, when we brought it to the attention of the in-laws they said they don’t smell anything. How could they not notice it? Naturally they treated this little problem in the same way they treat ALL the other problems we’ve been having so far “Oh don’t worry about it. Bla, bla, bla…*ahem*…well goodnight now!” and they turned in early. I swear, they are classic ostrich-with-heads-in-the-sand parents.

SS is up to his usual antics.

*sound of a loud bump in the distance*

I better stop talking. I hear something.

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*Beginning of new VR entry*

This is the second part entry of my previous VR blog.

So like I was saying…last night when we were sitting around the campfire, FIL is all “Oh this is so great! This is so nice!...”But the minute something bad happens – something that is OBVIOUSLY bad – they quickly run and hide.

The smell is still lingering.

NOTE: I found out later that skunks give “warning shots” before they spray. This is what happened. So while the dog didn’t get sprayed. It was still pretty bad

SS was up to his usual antics, especially when it came to bedtime. Every minute this kid is trying to get DW’s attention

“Mom! Mom! Look at this!”
“Hey Mom! The sleeping bag zipper glows in the dark!”
“Mom, Mom, Mom! My pillow smells funny!”
“Hey Mom? Are you coming to bed?”
“Mom? Did you see my flashlight?”

There is always something!

Finally when DW and I decided to turn in, DW said “Oh, I think SS is asleep!”

I replied “Well yeah, he hasn’t been calling for you for the last 5 minutes!”

The other kids…well they’re just excited…This campsite has a lot of activities. There’s a lot of things to do and see, but the kids want to do everything at once.

So the whole day they’re like “Can we go swimming now? Can we go to the beach now? Can we go on the boat ride now? Can we go to the park now? Now? Now? Now!”

We’re trying to tell them “Take it easy guys! We’re here all week!”

(Un)fortunately.

I guess kids don’t understand the concept of relaxing.

The only incident that occurred with the kids was with Eve(il). She is obviously her mother’s daughter. She’s been lying and manipulating people ever since she got here. For example, at suppertime she was off in the park by herself and we sent her oldest brother to go get her. The brother came back and said “She’s not coming back”. When we asked why the brother said “She thinks I’m lying”.. FIL went to get her and told her “Don’t do that. If any one of us says to come back to the camp site, you come back to the camp site!”. She replies “But my brothers ALWAYS lie to me! How do I know he’s telling the truth when he says it’s suppertime….Like how unbelievable that it’s suppertime when it is..uh…supper time? So FIL lays down the rule with her. He said, “When any one of us says ‘go back to the camp site’, you HAVE TO go back to the camp site! If you do this again, we’re calling your Dad to come get you!” – and she started crying. “This is not fair! My brother’s always lie to me! How do I know they’re telling the truth?”.

Immediately after supper was over she says “Can I go back to the park now? I – uh – I left my bike there.”

“No you didn’t!” I said “You’re bike is right here!”

“Oh…” She says…”Urm…Well can I bring my bike to the park and then bring my bike back?”

::gigglesnort::

I’m telling you, this girl is a piece of work!

Now as I mentioned before, this campsite is not really a campsite, but it’s clean, it’s well maintained, the staff is friendly and there is plenty of things to do.

So let’s see what one full day at Pine….uh…

::giggles::
Sorry, this place is called Pine Cove but we passed soooo many places on the way over here with similar names; there’s Pine Brook, Pine Camp, Pine Grove, Pine Shade, Pine Cliffs, Pine This, Pine That…

Hee hee hee…I mean, are there no other trees out there?

Signing off for now

*VR recording ends*

*New VR recording begin*

Second log entry for Tuesday August 19th.

Oh boy…What. A. Day.

I am beginning to feel like this is less of a vacation and more like DW and I and the in-laws are running a daycare facility. The kids are quite the handful. Especially Eve(il) who really, really does not want to listen – especially if it prevents her from doing something she wants to do. Today, at the beach, she swam outside the buoy line. A stranger had told her to get back within the cordoned off area. She refused to listen. DW and MIL shouted at her to come back. She refused and now she was arguing “But…but…There’s fishes!”

FIL and I took a trip into town to get some supplies. He confessed to me that the last time they went on a camping trip, Eve(il) was such a handful that he said he didn’t want to go on a camping trip with her anymore.

And I’m like…”Okay. Sooooo. Why are we here? WITH HER!?!”

Oh yes, and apparently me getting up at 9:30 am is considered sleeping in. SS on the other hand can sleep in until noon because he’s a teenager. Everyone here is okay with that except for me. Plus when SS did get up at noon he was a total grump because we had already eaten breakfast and had gone swimming and done a bunch of activities while he was still sleeping.

He was such a miserable grump and DW and the in-laws were bending over backwards to try and cheer him up. I on the other hand just ignored him.

What was the other thing?

Oh yeah! Apparently DW has to do a load of laundry because SS has a special pair of shorts that he wants to wear but he can’t because they’re dirty. Now I was under the impression that we were to pack enough clothes for this trip so that we did NOT have to do laundry but apparently, because his royal highness has decreed it, we're doing laundry!

I really, REALLY don’t get the point of a family vacation trip when really all we’re doing is catering to the needs of spoiled and entitled children.

Speaking of “spoiled and entitled”, none of DW’s nephews or niece have their tooth brush. SIL didn’t pack them. Neither are there enough lawn chairs, so there is not enough chairs to sit around the campfire…Oh, but Doug packed the kids their sling shots.

Now I had said to myself that I was not going to say anything to them. I was not going to monitor them or police them but when I saw the older boy come out of the trailer with a sling shot and about to fire a shot into a populated area I said to myself ‘I think I have no choice but to step in here.’

So I stopped him and this upset him because he said that whenever he goes camping, he always shoots off a few rounds with his sling shot. Again, I think FIL has a HUGE misunderstanding between what is an ACTUAL camp site and what is a resort.

The dog still stinks and it is barking at anything and anyone that comes within 20 yards of it so it is kind of annoying.

Apart from that…I’m okay. About to step into the shower.

Signing off for now.