What happens when you have a hissy fit in a small, confined area (like a camper van) πŸ™ˆ

So, what happens when you have a Hissy Fit in a small, confined area (like a camper van?) πŸ™ˆ

Well, now I can tell you. But first let me set the scene…

We had a lovely stay at Waitomo Caves, the kids weren’t too fussed about seeing the glow worms so we spent the afternoon playing in the pool and around the campsite (…or doing laundry if your name is Mum).

We set off to Taupo the next day, and were about halfway through the 2 hour drive, when the little voice from the back whispered, “I’m going to be sick” πŸ™Š

So a swift pull over to the side of the road, and out comes the plastic bag, and a bag of wet wipes.. we’re pretty good at this travel sick malarkey now. Or so I thought πŸ™ˆ

One small spitty bag of sick later, we wipe poor Sid clean and tie up the bag ready to find a bin, when the real thunder chunks arrive πŸ˜πŸ™ŠπŸ€’

I’ve never seen the other 3 unbuckle and move so fast as to get out of the van and out of spew range πŸ˜‚

The poor van. Poor sid. Our poor luggage (that Sid was sitting next to) and poor us. One pack of wet wipes was NOT enough.

So we did the best spit-and-polish clean up job that we could, and drove on to Taupo, with air freshener and open windows.

Look at this though:


We found the campsite, which included some amazing hotpools and thermal spa, so we all got our togs on, but on arrival I had to do some cleaning of rainbow-hurl items, and the kids were all hot and bothered and every-bloody-body started arguing. Someone slapped someone else round the ear, I hit the roof (almost literally in this van) and stomped off in a Mummy Meltdown, all the way to the front seat of the van, and slammed the door.

So I’m sitting there in my swimming cossie, with hands that stink slightly of toddler sick, and I’m wondering to myself, why the fuck did I storm off to the front of this damn camper? Thats hardly far away enough. So I open my door and like a gazelle, I jump out. Except the seat of my cossie gets caught on the high passenger side elbow rest, and I actually, literally, rip the arse out of my swimsuit πŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆπŸ™ˆ

So storming off up the campsite really is a no-go now, I’ve got a bum cheek hanging out where it shouldn’t, and I enter the back door of the camper almost in shame.

One good thing is that the kids have been so stunned by my completely childish tantrum that they shut up πŸ˜‚πŸ˜†

So that’s what a hissy fit in a small area looks like for this family 🀣🀣🀣

In the wise words of Tom, we “drew a line through it” and tramped over to the thermal spa hot pools, and relaxed (as much as you can relax with four boys forcing you up and down the water slides, playing endless tag, and dunking you when you’re least expecting it 😍)


This morning we checked out Taupo central… It’s beautiful! The lake is HUGE and there’s Mt. Ruapehu in the distance, where you can ski and board.


After lunch we had a game of crazy golf, and the owner did mention that in her 13 years there, she’d never seen anything like it. What she is talking about is the 18th hole, where Joe teed off with a huge shot of his ball, which took flight and hit poor Tom in the nuts, before bouncing off into the cup. Hole in one.

The times you wish you’d had your camera ready, eh πŸ˜‚

Nice Joe, nice.

And onwards to Rotorua ❀❀

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