Wednesday, August 20th.

Dear Lord, get me out of this hell hole!

Yesterday, Eve(il) made a “friend”. I use the term “friend” loosely because a friend to Eve(il) means someone she can manipulate and control. Here is what I am guessing happened. It’s an educated guess but I think it’s pretty accurate. Evil(il) and her friend found a cigarette lighter. One of the two (I am guessing Eve(il) got the idea to pile a bunch of sticks together. Eve(il) then convinced her friend to try and light it. They were just starting to get their fire going when the boys walked in on them. Eve(il) immediately ran to them and yelled “She’s starting a fire! She’s starting a fire!”. Well this got the boys all excited and they ran to go tell us.

Eve(il)’s friend is a little girl around the same age as Eve(il) who was staying at one of the permanent dwellings on the site

I was the first adult they came across. I was a little confused at first because they were all jabbering at once.

“Eve(il)’s new friend! Fire! Cigarette lighter! Sticks! She’s a pyro!”

Well, once again, I had no choice but to intervene, so I went to investigate.

The boys chased the girl, cornered her and confiscated the lighter from her. I in turn, confiscated the lighter from them.

Eve(il) said that she (her friend) had stolen the lighter from her parents. I am just glad I intervened when I did, before any REAL disaster occurred. I took a walk to the campsite where this “friend” lived and I am guessing I came across her mother. I introduced myself and said “I am sorry to bother you but does this belong to you?” and I showed her the lighter. She said no. I then explained what was happening. “The kids here are all saying they saw her using this to try and start a fire with this lighter and it caused quite the commotion. Anyways, no harm done.” And I just left.

Later on, Eve(il) kept saying “I don’t like her! She’s lying! She’s mean! She’s a witch! I am not playing with her anymore, she’s no longer my friend”.

But an hour later I saw the two of them sitting down playing again. They were drawing something for this drawing contest that’s happening tomorrow.

Hey, what’s arson between friends?

Last night I was not happy with SS and DW. DW got a little tipsy and told me to go lay down with BD as she was having trouble going to sleep. I said “sure”. I was getting a little tired anyways. DW and SS stayed up until 1 am laughing and joking. DW accidentally walked into the tent rope fly ties three times and woke me up. Seriously, if one didn’t know any better one would think they were a teenage couple. Then after they climbed into the tent, they were both giggling and poking each other. I’m really disgusted. I don’t know if I am feeling envy or anger at having to be made to play second fiddle this evening.

When the “young lovers” finally quieted down to go to sleep, I thought that the night was finally over and I could go to sleep.

I was wrong.

In the middle of the night, Rocky Racoon shows up.

I’m awoken to this scratching sound coming from the trailer. I go look and there he is, the masked rodent with opposable thumbs. I chase it off but he keeps coming back. I must have chased it off like three times. I then stood sentry around the campsite to make sure he wouldn’t come back. After a half hour, I was convinced I had scared it off completely.

I’m tired. I’m going back in the tent to sleep.

*VR entry ends*

I had not scared it off. Rocky Racoon waited until I was gone before making another attempt at breaking into our coolers. It made off with two packages of hot dogs. What I should have done was place the coolers in FIL’s pick-up truck

*new VR entry begins*

*sound of rain hitting canvas can be heard in the background*

Second log entry for August 20th.

It started raining this afternoon. So most of us are stuck in the trailer or at the Pavilion. Kids have been mostly well behaved aside from two incidents.

SS and his older cousin were playing air hockey at the Pavilion and were refusing to let the younger cousin play. FIL said that since SS and his elder cousin weren’t sharing, they were not going to have supper.

Apparently the “no supper” punishment was a joke…Well SS didn’t see it that way and he just sat in the trailer sulking while he played on his iPad. When supper was finally served, SS didn’t move. MIL told him to go to the picnic table to eat. SS didn’t move. MIL went to take his iPad away and SS just snatched the iPad away from MIL. I didn’t like that. Not. One. Bit. So I moved in, grabbed the iPad and roared at SS. DW comes up and asks what’s wrong and I explained what just happened. DW then yelled at SS. This is the first time on this trip I have seen DW yell at SS for his piss-poor behavior.

The other incident that occurred was Eve(il) wet herself…Or rather, she shat herself. When DW went out to do laundry, DW asked if she could throw Eve(il)’s clothes in the wash with our clothes. MIL didn’t tell DW that Eve(il)’s clothes contained her excrement. Now the laundry machines here aren’t the greatest. Instead of cleaning the clothes, they just move the dirt around…Yeah, so now we have Eve(il)’s shit all over all our clothes. I cannot help but laugh because at this rate, BD will be toilet trained before Eve(il).

I really hope this rain lets up because the kids are starting to go stir crazy. They are already upset that there isn’t going to be a campfire tonight. Personally, I am relieved because these campfires are a little tedious. Since there is not enough chairs, the kids are fighting over who gets to sit where and they want to “play” with the campfire “Can we roast some marshmallows? Can we roast so hot dogs? Can I start the fire tomorrow? Can I throw this into the fire? Can I throw that into the fire? I want to sit next to SS! I want the flashlight!”

Yeah, I can do without a campfire in lieu of peace and quiet for a change.