Eagle Heart, that's so funny; "floating out of your tents."
We had a similar experience. We took our young boys (at that time) on a bike/camping tour. It rained the entire week. We set up our tents on soggy fields, between coughing cows, and croaking frogs. I sat straight as a candle in my sleeping bag, trying to avoid touching the mud around me, and listened to all the night noises including Hubby's snoring.
The boys thought the tour was an adventure, Hubby loved the nature stuff, and I ended up with rings under my eyes that I have to this very day.