Camping. A Retreat?

I don’t know exactly what to say about all this without getting too long winded.

Let’s see. In June, I went on this beautiful yoga retreat just north of Toronto with my friend Lisa. It was Serenity Now, as they say. Somehow (while we were blissed out, no doubt) they convinced us we should come back later in the summer and camp there with our boys. This sounded like a great idea at the time. I think mainly because we were without our boys when the idea was proposed. How quickly we forget.

So foolishly, this past weekend we packed up and crossed the border. Five hours later when we arrived, we got the sinking feeling that the whole place was a little cult-ish. Maybe not black sweatpants and sneakers cult-ish. But with attendees like the mom who was stopped at customs under suspicion of kidnapping, or the girl from Hawaii who was investigated as a terrorist, not too far off either.

Also, they told us that since it was Free Yoga Day and 200+ people were coming, it might not be the best weekend for kids. Um?

Anyway, there did happen to be other kids there for the boys to play with. And actually the Kirtans were really interesting for all of us. Plus, I’m a sucker for fresh cooked vegetarian food.

But sleeping in a tent with Bastien at night? Not so much. I have to say I personally would have been better off trying to sleep with a rabid raccoon. I kid you not, I even got bit. My son is insane at bedtime, especially when out of his cage environment.

Not too much later, poor Lisa was awoken by her own son having his first ever night terror. Screaming toddler balled up in the pitch-black corner of the tent = SCARY ON SO MANY LEVELS.

So you can imagine how much we loved each other in the morning when we mutually agreed this was all a horrible mistake and were ready to head back home ASAP.

So that’s what we did.

But NOT before saving face with another adventure that pretty much makes us the best moms of all time.

So I guess that makes this… TO BE CONTINUED.