I thought vacations were suppose to be relaxing!
Just got home from what has got to have been the most stressful vacation ever.
The kids and I love camping...we look forward to it every year.
This year I thought it would be nice to take my nephew and allow DD to bring one of her friends. What a mistake.
Because I knew my brother would not have the necessary supplies for my nephew to camp, I told my brother I wanted money. He agreed and gave me $100 for the 10 days I would have my nephew. A couple hours after I picked him up I noticed he had head lice. Great. It cost me over $70 to buy lice shampoo and a lice comb and scissors. Took over 4 hours to wash everyones hair and then give the boys buzz cuts and DD a nice short pixie. Not impressed at all. Then I got to start on washing all of the bedding and my nephews clothes, as well as all the laundry I needed to do to get ready for camping.
We all set off for camping and things seem to be going well.
I set up the kids tent and there is a huge rip in the fabric and floor, no rain in the forecast, they can suffer.
I set up my picnic shelter, and what do I see? Ants. Thousands and thousands of ants. My camp site is conveniently located beside a sand dune/ant colony and there is nothing I can do about it.
Kids are having fun, I was relaxing, then I go to use my phone and it is not working. Someone dropped it and stepped on it. Data does not work, I did get a phone call, but that is not working now either. All that works is my wifi.
So, I did manage to get a phone call on my now garbage cell phone. Who is it from? My mother. First thing out of her mouth was: "Sit down, I just want you to know that it could be worse. The cats are all alive and there is not too much damage." So, as it turns out, I left a laundry basket on my glass top stove before we left. Somehow the back burner on my stove turned on to low and over the course of 3 days my laundry basket heated up and melted on my stove. It did not catch fire, thankfully, but now I have to replace my 1.5 year old ceramic top self cleaning stainless steel stove. I LOVED that thing.
The next morning I went to get my nephew his meds. He has Adhd. My wonderful (insert sarcastic tone of voice) brother did not pack him enough of his medication, so now I have the fun of dealing with a bouncing off the walls kid who has no social skills and has no idea how to play. Sorry, he does know how to play. He had no problems jumping all over the air mattresses and popping 3 of them.
Then my daughters friend wakes up. She had an accident (she is 8) and it is all over the side of the tent.
So, the kids tent is now officially ruined. Can things get worse? Oh yes!
My nephew and dd's friend want to go home. She is homesick and he is videogame sick. No problem, I will bring them home. I manage to get some wifi and message my brother that I am bringing his kid back early because he is home sick. My brother gets really mad and goes "I paid you". Wow. I have had his kid for 8 days. You gave me $100 and I spent that on getting rid of the lice you sent him with. An argument happened and I was sooooo mad. Lucky for him my grandmother turned up to visit the kids and I did not have enough time after to make the trip.
So, Friday I brought the extra kids home and was finally hoping for some relaxation to de-stress.
I swam, did some studying for my final tomorrow and had a relaxing evening by the fire.
I was hoping for a nice day Saturday, and it started off that way, until I laid down on a towel on the beach and fell asleep. Now the back of both of my legs are burnt red like a lobster. My own fault but ouch!!
So, today was packing up and leaving day. I have everything cleaned up, car loaded and kids in their seat belts. We leave and the drive is going well. As I am driving down the highway, someone cuts me off and I have to slam on the brakes. Everyone is fine, however my load in the back shifted and I cannot see out my blind spots. I make it into a town, pull into a parking lot and start moving things around. Doors are wide open and I have things out on the ground in the parking spot beside me. I am standing back, looking and trying to think about how I am going to fix it and some a$$hole pulls into the spot that I am standing in (even through there are a half dozen or more empty in the immediate area) and honks his horn at me to move. Needless to say, the only movement I did was to raise my right hand in the air and fold down all fingers but my middle one. He got the hint.
Home now. Everything is unpacked, laundry is on, I have had a nice bath and feel a lot better after that rant. Fml.