{"id":317,"date":"2014-08-10T22:17:52","date_gmt":"2014-08-10T22:17:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ourpiratelife.com\/?p=317"},"modified":"2023-04-26T16:20:20","modified_gmt":"2023-04-26T16:20:20","slug":"how-to-survive-a-meltdown-under-a-plastic-bag","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ourpiratelife.com\/2014\/08\/10\/how-to-survive-a-meltdown-under-a-plastic-bag\/","title":{"rendered":"HOW TO SURVIVE A MELTDOWN UNDER A PLASTIC BAG"},"content":{"rendered":"

You know what they say, \u2018when life gives you lemons\u2026\u2019<\/p>\n

I get bored by the cheesy snippets of Fridge Magnet Wisdom that circulate the internet tirelessly. No Fridge Magnets here \u2013 no fridge.<\/p>\n

Equally the myriad stupidly annoying Funny Bumper Stickers: My Other Car Is A\u2026; My Karma Ran Over Your Dogma; Obamanos; MILF references \u2013 all of them; My Dog This or That.<\/p>\n

The dumbest bumper sticker \u2013 Namaste. The divine in me recognizes the divine in you. So feel the love, please, while I cut you up aggressively while on the phone sipping a latte cos I\u2019m late to my Bikram class, fucker!<\/p>\n

Great sentiment, poor placement.<\/p>\n

Which is much how I felt about Pirate Camp last week when everything went all lemony for a minute and I had just Had Enough.<\/p>\n

I\u2019m going to stick with the lemon thing, even though it\u2019s stupid because, well, the stupid in me recognizes the stupid in you. Sometimes stupid rules ok!<\/p>\n

This week, after returning from a brief, but particularly enjoyable 5 day trip to the United States, staying in hotels, dining out in DC, tramping round museums and then visiting with family in climate-controlled comfort, we came back to the following:<\/p>\n

A car that stunk thanks to a glass pyrex container full of scrambled egg (yup!) that we had half eaten on the ferry the morning we left and then forgotten about in the trunk. There were maggots \u2013 Maggots!<\/p>\n

\"photo<\/a>Coco\u2019s second birthday and party, which was wonderful and delightful, as only your own child\u2019s birthday can be. It was a jewel of a day preceding the news that Tropical Storm Bertha was on her way to us.<\/p>\n

A day deciding what and how to decamp, watching forecasts and assessing risk.<\/p>\n

A day bringing down the day camp area. We left up the Soulpad, which incidentally fared AWESOMELY in the wind and rain that came; but our plan entailed taking down the kitchen and living areas, distmantling the play tent, and stowing away the toys and delicates up at the house. We took down our tarp roofs, putting pallets all over the kitchen floor, placing on them what we weren\u2019t bringing up to the house, and then covering the whole area with copious tarpage before lashing it all down with ropes.<\/p>\n

Then, after a somewhat shockingly aggressive wet and blowy start that lasted about 20 minutes, it rained and blew gusts for the rest of the day, much like a crappy wintery day in England. Nothing dramatic at all. Which is obviously a good thing.<\/p>\n

We were in the house, so remained dry. The house didn\u2019t. So we had some water management on our hands but it was altogether pretty fun and movietastic, with pizza and tea, left-over chocolate birthday cake and the feeling that we were camping out, oddly.<\/p>\n

Then came the following day.<\/p>\n

And the avoidance.<\/p>\n

Then the next, and the meltdown.<\/p>\n

Up went the tarps anew. And somehow flappier and holier than before, and more tarpy feeling, strangely\u2026<\/p>\n

Out came the random stuff that had been stored under tarp, some of it damp and stinky. Most of it fine and dandy.<\/p>\n

But then, for some reason came the overwhelming and deparate feeling that this was all a massive bunch of f*@#ing lemons, and, no, I did NOT want to make F*&@#ING LEMONDADE, darnit. I wanted climate controlled sleeping quarters, a whirlpool tub, clean carpet under my feet, a dishwasher, a maid, electric lights to see by in the evening and a TV room I can shove my kids in when they get on my nerves.<\/p>\n

DARN. IT.<\/p>\n

But, no, in an amazing fit of blind insanity, we<\/em> had chosen to raise our<\/em> kids under a plastic bag, with a cold-water hose, some shitty solar lanterns and a propane double-burner stove that now, of course, just ran out of gas.<\/p>\n

BOLLOCKKKKKKKKKKSSSSSSSS!<\/p>\n

It was ugly actually. We made our stupid lemonade. We put things back together. But, if I am honest \u2013 and I can be nothing if not \u2013 all I could feel was a deep sense of hostility towards myself and my situation.<\/p>\n

Then I had a chat with myself in the office. I watched my monkey mind be the ridiculously self-destructive tw@t that it is. I talked things through a little with my husband, I called my mother, took the kids to the library and drank a coffee while reading aloud children\u2019s fiction and playing with wooden blocks.<\/p>\n

Then I went to the beach.<\/p>\n

\"photo<\/a>Then we all<\/em> went to the beach. We snorkeled with Parrot Fish, Tang, Snapper, Butterfly Fish, violet sea fans and Green Turtles.<\/p>\n

We explored rock pools and followed crabs, jumped off rocks and tickled coy sea anemones.<\/p>\n

I watched my son dive down and slip through the turquoise waters like a gilded dolphin.<\/p>\n

I was blown open watching my children, naked, wild, and free while the sun\u2019s rays soaked into my skin and my crabbiness side-stepped the hell away (almost) entirely.<\/p>\n

It was gone by the end of the night, after spending the late afternoon with friends, struck down by a mind-splitting, defragmenting, son of a migraine; and then a nap while said friends watched my kids; and then an evening stretching out with the same friends, eating and sharing and laughing and connecting.<\/p>\n

Talking about the way you live with people who actually Get It, and who live by their own version of similar principles, simply cannot be beaten in the social stakes. It is the best thing. It is co-creative, inspiring, deeply supportive and truly synergistic.<\/p>\n

So, by the end of the day \u2013 Boom!<\/p>\n

Crisis averted.<\/p>\n

The mind is a wacky thing.<\/p>\n

And that\u2019s kind of how I feel about lemons. Ok, you get lemons, you make lemonade. Lemons are good. They are rich in vitamin C. They can re-alkalize the body, they aid the digestion, clear the palate. They\u2019re good for you. But lemonade sucks without sweetness.<\/p>\n

You have to add a little honey.<\/p>\n

Otherwise you\u2019re just sucking on a lemon in a glass. It tastes too bitter and it makes you make weird faces.<\/p>\n

Homespun wisdom abounds \u2013 I think we need a fridge!<\/p>\n

So that is how I personally survived my own minor meltdown under a plastic bag \u2013 by deciding to have a good attitude again. And by having put up said plastic bag on a tiny tropical island.<\/p>\n

All the frustrations that come with all the joys of living outdoors and so close to \u2013 nay WITH \u2013 Mother Nature, are rendered so massively irrelevant by a rebalancing dip in the Caribbean with your loved ones and a good meal with good people.<\/p>\n