10.05.2008

bunk bed?

I am home again. I was so excited to be in my own bed. We have those tee-shirt/jersey material sheets and as I am laying her on my belly I can't help from caressing them with the top of my feet. It just feels SO nice to be back in my own bed. Nothing like a couple of nights in a camp cabin to make you appreciate your own bed.

Lili and I got a whole cabin to ourselves. I almost wish someone else had been there to witness our comedic sleeping arrangements. *The first night we plopped our bedding down on the one non-bunk bed in the room. I didn't test it, and then when I went to sit down that first night I realized how saggy the springs were . I was too tired to change it though, and it was an awful nights sleep. My butt must have been 6" lower than the rest of my body, and Lili kept sliding into me. We both slept terrible.
*night two I came up with the brilliant plan that we would try out the top bunk since there was a railing. My figuring was that since the bed was impossibly small for an adult plus one child having the rail would provide a little extra space. I would put Lili on the wall side and I would be able to sleep at the very edge of the bed without fear of falling off. I somehow managed to make the bed and get us both up there. But then she wasn't very tired and we were very squished, and up high and all alone in this camp cabin with 8 other beds. It was too weird. So I got us safely down and made up a bed on the floor. I pushed two beds together and tucked the sheets tight so the two mattreses would be less likely to separate. It was far superior to the saggy bed, but nothing in comparison to my own bed...
I never went to camp, but I imagine seeing these pictures will bring up some memories for some folks. Camp cabins must be one of those timeless things...

4 comments:

Linda said...

Every fall, for one night, this scene is my 'home" along with approx. 100 10 year old fifth graders! Of course only 10 of them bunk under my watch. Fun for them!
Me? Well.......

Kat said...

I hope you scribbled your names on that nice clean wood-wall! When we stayed at the camp for the commonground fair, our cabin's walls and ceilings were completely covered with grafittied names, poems, sayings and what not. It was quite the wall-paper, but somehow it gave the cabin a great storied presence, if not a bit of a hardscrabble feel.
scrabble-scribble,
kat

Erin said...

Ha! I could just picture the bed changes! I bet it had that great musty campy smell... mmm...

bottomland said...

Yup, the memories are coming back. And is it true that you never went to camp? I stayed in cabins like this at both Camp Marlyn and FOCUS.

As Kat already mentioned, the cabin we stayed in at the Common Ground Fair was truly incredible--every inch covered in adolescent graffiti.