This is the weekend of the Boy Scout family camp out. Yippee. As you can tell, I am not at all thrilled...I would like nothing more than to stay in the comfort of my house while Aidan and James go sleep in a tent surrounded by 35 other families with boys. But I caved in to the pleading, begging, stern looks and guilt to which I was subjected. By James, I might add - Aidan probably wouldn't mind one bit to have a break from mommy.
I never camped until I met James and then I did so reluctantly. Before Aidan, we camped twice a year or so, and it wasn't too bad, but we chose campgrounds that had hot showers and flush toilets. I have been led to expect a much lower level of accommodations at the Boy Scout campground. As in outdoor shower stalls and only one building with flush toilets. Oh, joy.
So this morning I am assembling piles of stuff for us to take. Piles and piles and piles, or so it seems. And I am trying to get my attitude to another place, a place where I don't whine and complain and roll my eyes. But let me tell you, that place is a long way off right now!
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