We've been waiting for the girls to be potty trained to attempt camping with them. I just couldn't imagine dealing with diapers and such when the nearest hot water and soap is a long (or at least a lot longer than at home) walk away (no motor home for us, we rough it all the way, sort of. I do insist on having a real bathroom with showers). So this weekend we finally gave it a go. And after about the umpteenth trip to the restroom I decided it just might have been easier when they were younger and in diapers. I don't know how many times I would have to go, so I'd ask the girls if either of them had to go potty. Of course they didn't, but the second I got back one would have to go. Then as soon as I got back with her the other would have to go. Grrr. And a couple times me and Olivia both had to go but Paul wasn't around to watch Kayley so she'd have to come with us but she'd keep saying, "I don't need to go potty!" over...
Former stay-at-home mom of twins in search of work/life balance (it doesn't exist).