Fishing Flop

So this is how our weekend went. It all started with Dayne. He loves to fish, and he wanted to take the whole family to a special place where he heard we would catch a ton. So we borrowed the in-laws truck and took off for the sweet spot.

Now I had been busy all afternoon, and so Dayne had to get the kids all ready and come to pick me up. (Mistake number one.) But I was trying to be spontaneous and give my husband a little trust, so we went.

We drove for quite awhile through some really beautiful scenery and everyone was doing pretty well. The baby was even asleep! Then we started getting close to the spot. The problem was that we weren't exactly sure where the spot was. So here we are on a very winding road with lots of ups and downs and a seven year old boy sitting between us with a tendency toward motion sickness. I noticed Jackson turning green and immediately reached for a plastic grocery bag. It was perfectly placed in perfect time including a perfect little hole in the bottom for everything to come leaking back out. But I quickly grabbed another bag and my trusty wipes. All in all, we were still in one piece (so far).

Then my obsessed husband decided we needed to take the old dirt road that was full of deep ruts and sharp turns. At this point I informed him that the sick child and I would be getting out to walk the rest of the way. He slowed down for us to jump out and was off in a dust cloud. About 30 seconds later I could see his rear lights as he was coming back towards us in reverse. I guessed that wasn't the right spot. So we climbed back in and got back on the paved road. This is when Dayne decided we would just have to find our own spot.

He pulled off the side of the road near a trail head which led about 50 yards (I'm not good at judging distance.) to the lake shore. The kids were definitely happy to be out of the truck. Dayne ushered them off to the water, which sent me in a bit of a rush to make sure I got there in enough time to prevent someone from taking a swim. I kept pace with Dakotah with a diaper bag full of necessities, 2 bottles of water, and a full baby carrier slung over my arm. Dayne was right behind me with all the fishing gear.

We reached the water's edge just about the time I caught site of Brooklyn doing the potty dance. I called to her to pull down her pants and get behind a bush, but she was in a bit of a panic. So I dropped everything in the sand and rushed to her side. We got her pants down and were struggling to find the least thorny place to squat when I realized there were only drips left and her pants were soaked. She was now complaining that her legs were burning. I knew by now that Dayne had brought no change of clothes (interesting since he is always the one telling me I should be more prepared for stuff like that). I grabbing a pull-up from Dakotah's stash and she had to go pantless in 50+ degree weather.

Just as I was struggling to get Brooklyn's socks and shoes back on, I heard Jackson yell, "Koda's pooping!" I turned just in time to see her dropping a small donation off into a pile on the wet sand, the donation having skimmed the back of her jeans on its way down.

Now I have to admit that my first reactioin was that of pleasant suprize because this is the same 2 year old I have been trying to potty train, and I knew that she had watched her older sister just moments ago. So this was a bit of a revelation about what my child was capable of learning. My second reactoin, however, was total despair as she stepped backwards and into her fresh creation. Now her pants too, were soiled.

I was trying to change her as quickly as possible when Dayne (who now had his line hooked, baited, and cast) starts yelling at Brooklyn for not having her shoes on. I have to admit, if I hadn't been holding a half naked little girl at the time, I would have dumped that "live bait" down his pants.

Anyway, to get on with this story, we now had two little girls running around the fishing spot half naked and yelling at the top of their lungs. I was trying to feed my starving baby with the banana and gold fish crackers I had thought to bring along while keeping track of Jackson who was roving around in what I was sure was rattlesnake territory. All the while Dayne is shushing the girls, who are paying no attention to him, and complaining about how he could see the spot we should be at across the lake.

It didn't take him long to give up on the non-exsistant fish and we packed out of there. He grabbed the baby this time and I grabbed all the garbage, dirty diapers, and soiled/peed on clothing. Lucky me.

The whole trip home I was trying to make the best of it. Jackson was getting sick again, Levi was crying, and Dayne was sulking in the driver's seat. We decided to stop for dinner at the nearest Subway. Of course we had to go through the drive thru because we weren't all dressed approprieately. As we pulled up to the window Jackson was in a panic again. I jumped out and he was on my tail. He made it just a couple feet from the truck before he blew chunks across the parking lot. Needless to say, we didn't take any pictures of this fishing trip.

Oh, and don't forget the baby's nasty diaper that was waiting for me when we got home.