Here's the backstory: My wife is a birth doula. One of her clients is at 39 weeks, so my wife is on call, and can't go camping this weekend. We have two children. Daughter is 18 months, son is 4-1/2. We have an annual trip to go to Harpers Ferry, WV and stay in the KOA up there. This year, we have our new popup, and we planned on going. In years past, we stayed in a cabin. MY in laws always go, their friends always go, their families...it's a huge annual thing. My in-laws will not be going now as my father-in-law had emergency surgery to remove his appendix. So, there goes a majority of the help. My daughter LOVES them, and has no problem going to either grandparent. My father will be going, and my little girl is cool with him now. But to the point... I'm considering cancelling the trip for us because my wife (teammate) wont be going, and can't help with the kids. Here's why: My daughter wakes up at 6-6:30. Sometimes earlier. And when she's up, she is UP. I don't have the necessary equipment to keep her quiet until the rest of the campers are awake, and in a popup, it ain't hard to make noise for all to hear. All I can do is give her fruit, snacks, and do my best to entertain her. My son will sleep until around 6:30 - 7. The two of them are starting to get into sibling rivalry fits, where she wants whatever he has, and he won't share, and all hell breaks loose. My wife has told me that "there's plenty of help. Stop worrying so much about it." But at 6am, there's no help. And as soon as she realizes that the door goes to the outside world, she wants out. And if you try to stop her, all bets are off. She's a banshee. Not a possibility that early. And then there's the roadways and the traffic. I don't know what it is about certain types of campgrounds that makes people drive like maniacs, but geez. And then bathtime. Ever try to tell a 4yo that it's time for a bath while he's tired and on the verge of a tantrum? Ever have a toddler in the bathhouse while trying to give the 4yo a shower? "But there's HELP!" I'm told..... And making sure that they're fed, and that they both eat, and don't run off, and stay out of the road... "Yes, we can go swimming, but you can't swim well, so let me see who can go with me to help, don't forget your floaties, and stay out of the ROAD!" "No, sweet daughter, you can't get on that big inflatable jungle gym, thats for big kids. Please don't lose your mind. I wish I could simply walk away, and remove you from the situation, but your brother is here, so I have to find an adult that can watch him for me..." "No son, we have to eat breakfast first. I wish I could cook you something, but I don't have a free hand, and if I put your sister down, she'll have a fit, and it's only 6am." I hate feeling like I can't cope with both kids while camping. But without the thick walls and safety of home, I can't let them be bad, I can't let them be little terrors, and I can't let them try to wake the world. Not without embarrassment, fights, lots and lots of tantrums, and a mentally unstable father. Thoughts?