The other day, our plug-ins stopped working. My partner works night shifts, and was already at work. We texted possible solutions before I gave up. I still had air conditioning and lights. I didn’t have internet (and I am WAY over my data), and I had no plug-in to charge my phone. I was trying to get Anthony to sleep, and trying to solve the plug-in problem at the same time. I was annoyed. Super annoyed. I wanted to watch Netflix. I wanted to work on my blog. I wanted to ignore the world.
Then I pulled out a book. And without the need for plug-ins (I did use the light), I read.
I thought back to my childhood. We had a tent trailer growing up. We camped once or twice a summer. You know what we didn’t have? Any of the things I was missing. No Internet, No Smart Phone, No Phone. The truth is we didn’t know we were missing anything other than phones, but who cares. We survived without knowing what was happening with others. Things were silent for the week we were gone. We probably read books, played games, and relaxed when we were in the trailer.
It’s not so bad. The plug-ins were fixed the next day, and I had my internet back. (Super easy fix, by the way.) I could probably live without Netflix. I could probably use a break from Facebook. I could use one from Instagram as well, but I like it too much. I like sharing my life. I do like being able to write. I’ve been writing in a journal as well as doing some Mom Musings on paper before I use my laptop. However, a whole summer without my laptop or my blog would be a lot to handle.
I am camping for the entire summer. It’s kind of glamping. It’s still tough at times, but glamping it is. Unless I’m in a tent with an air mattress, I’m not really roughing it.
This is basically my introduction to this post. It’s about adapting. Adapting to camping. Adapting in parenthood. Adapting in my life.
I used to be really good at it. I think it’s safe to say, I hate being a creature of habit. In my younger years I was. As well as in high school and probably in university. And then I discovered how much I enjoyed not knowing what was coming next. I didn’t mind leaving a job. I didn’t mind leaving a town. I was okay with uprooting my life and starting over. From little things to big things, I loved changes.
Even though I love Saskatoon, and I love being near my friends and family, up until two years ago, I would have moved away for another opportunity in life, for adventure, or for love.
But then, I had Anthony. I realised that having friends and family around helps. Having a support system helps because even though I am not good at asking for help, there are a few people in my life who know when I need it either way.
I actually didn’t bother with schedules for the first 18 months of Anthony’s life. I figured he’d nap when he naps. I also didn’t worry as much about bedtime as I should have. I thought he told us when he was tired. I didn’t realise that he just kept on going even when he was exhausted, and we’d have less of a fight with some structure.
When my partner, Clint, left in January to work two provinces away, I realised that it was incredibly important to have more structure. At first, I did it for me. I started getting him to bed earlier because I needed time to myself. I was solo momming for the next few months (it turned out to be six months), and if I was going to be the solo Mom, I needed to learn how to take time for myself. Getting into the bedtime routine was tough. It was frustrated. It brought a lot of tears from both Anthony and I.
He now goes to sleep between 7:30 and 8, depending on his nap. It helps a lot. We still have a long way to go for him to fall asleep without me being in the room, and for him to sleep through the night, but we have made so much progress.
The reason for this long-winded talk about my routines? As I said before, I’m camping. For the entire summer.
I wrote a post about the drive here. (Also a week without schedules that worked quite well.) Travelling Writing Momma
Now I’m here. I have been for a month now. Clint got a trailer, and also got a roommate for our back room in the trailer. I was not one hundred percent sure about the idea of having another person in a trailer. The trailer has Clint and his work pal. They are both night shift so sleep all day. Anthony, Drogo, and I joined the crew, but are completely opposite shifts.
The first few days after my mom left were tough. We all had to get used to the new lifestyle. We had to do some rearranging in the trailer, and make it slightly more toddler proof. We see Clint in the morning, and we see him in the afternoon before he leaves for work. Anthony and I are kind of on our own for the rest of the day. I quickly learned that we could not hang out at the campground all day even with the wonderful amenities. Momma goes stir crazy. So we leave Drogo to sleep with Clint, and we head for some place new.
It’s been great. I have still been able to keep a nap and bedtime routine, but we’ve been able to change-up our schedule every day, and I’ve survived without a lot of plans.
I’ve found that person who used to be able to just do things on a whim and discover the world. I’ve been really lucky to rediscover my old self. Even though I’m still slightly limited because my adorable toddler is sometimes a complete terror in public. He screams on the top of his lungs. He bites. He hits. He’s not always perfect. I haven’t let it stop me as much as I’ve wanted to. We make sure to do things for him and for me.
I’ve also continued writing every day. It hasn’t always been blogging, and I haven’t touched my novel, but I’ve been writing in my journal a lot much more than usual. (Helps with the grieving.) I’ve also been working on my Mom Musings for The Sask Press – check it out!
The first week was tough. Finding out horrible news from home was really tough. But we’ve survived. We have family time. We find things to do. We have good days and bad. It’s been a good lesson to me about letting go of what I think it should look like in my head.
Of course, none of my posts are complete without photos of my new adventure. I’m going to post a few of our highlights.
We went to the Sandbanks Provincial Park. And it was stunning. Hot sand though. We’ll have to try again now that there isn’t a heat wave. It’s in Prince Edward County.
We went to the campground pool. It was all sorts of fun. I like when we all get to enjoy life together.
Some days you have to take a break and do laundry. Lots and lots of laundry.
That’s it for now. We’re loving our adventure. It’s going to be ending sooner than planned, but we have two more weeks to practice our adventurous life style. So far so good.
Until next time.
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