Just wait, it gets even better!
...because you're camping at Bridgeport with your wife, three children, two dogs, and cat, and something sweeps thru camp. And it's in the low 20's, as one by one, all night, you each take your turn puking and crapping. You have to unzip your children from their onesies and pour the crap out of the foot compartments, then clean, etc. Meanwhile holding in your own reflexes.
We woke up to a horrible campsite. I did what I could, but I still feel guilty. The dogs helped with the puke anyway. And I snuck a lot of the soiled trash into our friend's motorcyle panniers.
It was an AWESOME trip! Kids totally make camping more fun, congratulations!