Sunday (NOT) Funday

This summer I have noticed several pictures posted on social media and captioned "Sunday Funday".  These pictures usually show friends frolicking in pools, hanging out at cookouts, having a great time on a leisurely Sunday afternoon.  I mean, come on, even the Bible says that Sunday should be a day of rest.  Not so much when you are camping.  Sundays are not Fun days.  At. All.

This past weekend we headed to Yogi Bear's Jellystone Park in Mammoth Cave, KY.  We met all of my in-laws there to celebrate my niece's upcoming first birthday.  We had checked out a few other campgrounds in the area and once we found out about a recent Meth lab explosion at one, we thought that Jellystone would be a safe bet for a little family vacay.  Everyone else stayed in a cabin near us and we took out the ole family glamper and headed to Kentucky. (cue banjo music)

We knew as soon as we headed out that it would be a rainy weekend.  Rowland's are camping you say?  Then mother nature is gonna bring on the rain!  I'm thinking that maybe we need to offer some kind of service to areas that are experiencing a drought.  "Need rain - point us to the closest campground!"  I was okay with the rain though because I knew we had the cabin as a fall back.  It was going to be fine.

We drove 6 hours while it rained the entire time.  Set up the camper in the rain.  Dried out the areas that water got into (which were limited thankfully). We had time to kill so we headed to eat.  We met a very nice, yet creepy, waitress and I started talking with a southern accent.  It stopped raining, we were dry and full and we headed back to the campground y'all.  It rained throughout the weekend but we were still able to have a lot of fun.  There were lots of windows of no rain so the kids swam, had fun with cousins, etc.

Around 3:30 AM this happened:

That's my son sound asleep next to a bucket of water.  You can't tell buy the bucket and towel are 1/2 full.  See, it started leaking around 3:30 AM.  I woke up and thought I'd peed the bed!  The memory foam mattress is super absorbent which I guess is a good thing because it all ran to the low spot (my butt I guess) and soaked in there leaving my son and the rest of the bed dry.  He slept through it all.  Luckily, duct tape and caulk fixed the problem!

We also got fancy with our glamper this weekend and figured out how to attach the canopy and screen room.  Plus we spread out the new outdoor rug.  It was super fancy.

(Don't mind my hubby's butt!  I meant to go back and take another picture and forgot. You're welcome)

The highlight of the glamper is the new lights we got.  Bobby got pink flamingo lights at a garage sale and I got the white ones last week.

Now it's almost like a fancy resort....except for the wet towels hanging in there!  Don't be jealous!  This really helped though in all the rain!

So back to my reason of Sundays not being fun....
Now that I've camped 3 times, I am pretty much a professional.  I noticed on Friday and Saturday, the campground was buzzing.  People were out, setting up, having fun.  You could smell foods cooking and fires going.  Golf carts were tooling around, kids on bikes were cruising and everyone was out enjoying nature.

On Sunday, not so much.  It's quiet.  All you hear are men barking orders, crabby wives and trucks pulling out.  You may hear a few kids crying, some complaining, car doors closing.  For the most part, the fun is over.  It's time to pack up and head home.  The worst part of camping is dealing with the mess.  Maybe in a bigger camper, where you can just close the doors and drive away, it's not so bad.  In a pop up, tear down is a pain.  Everything is wet.  Every. Thing.  That canopy and screen room we liked so much...gotta come down.  Those lights...gotta come down.  Thankfully, my husband is very meticulous in all of this and takes the time to fold it all and wind everything up and put it away.  Me?  I would have wadded it in a ball and left.  That new rug?  It's covered in mud but someones gotta fold it back up like a US map and get it in the carrier.

We've learned (now that we are pros) to get everything packed up and the camper ready to go and THEN take the showers.  We shower and basically pull away.  By the time I hit the showers, I AM SCARY!  I'm crabby, hot, sweaty, muddy and tired from not sleeping the past two nights.  We worked from about 8:45 until 10:30 packing everything up.  Check out was at 11:00.  We drove away at 10:58.  We cut it close on this one.  I thought I would take a selfie of my scary self before my shower just so you got the whole impact of how bad the situation gets.  However, the selfie was so horrid, I had to take a picture of my reflection in the car just to filter it somewhat.

I think this should say "You won't like me when I'm camping"  Things get ugly.
Also, on Sunday, I get to come home and work on this mess.

That's a ginormous bag of wet, stinky, dirty laundry and the other is a bag full of all the dirty bedding.  Fun times.  It's Tuesday and I just finished laundry.

So I guess the moral of the story is, while I'm getting used to this camping business, Sunday is definitely not a fun day.  Maybe we need to stay until Monday?