So, this weekend is our church’s annual family camping trip. If you’ve read my blog for just a week, you know how I feel about camping. I don’t camp. I have very, very good reasons for this. Like, I don’t want there to be the possibility that I’ll get wet when I sleep. I don’t want dirt in my food. I don’t want dirt on me. And if I have dirt on me, I don’t want to have to wear flip-flops to shower. All very reasonable reasons as far as I’m concerned.
Plus, going camping means having a lot of equipment, which we don’t have. Of course, when I say we don’t have any equipment my children don’t hesitate to remind me that we actually do have a tent. A tent that has never seen the light of day, because any time they wanted to go camping I set it up in the basement and said, “Here’s your campout!” I even let them have sleeping bags and flashlights which I thought was awfully generous.
So yes, we have a tent, but we don’t have all the other stuff you need. Like firewood or the things you cook with over fire. Or a battery-powered microwave. That stuff is not cheap, you know.
Obviously, I’m no camper. But I do love my children. So this year I told them we could spend a day at family camp. We are going up on Saturday for the day only. I feel just the tiniest bit like I’m leading them on, because I have no intention of ever spending the night there. They, though, are sure I’ll see the campground, fall in love with all things camping and sign us up to go next year.
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| That is the only way, kiddos... |
Kids, I love you, but I am not going to sleep in a tent. If y’all can convince Dad to rent a giant RV, maybe (one that has A/C, of course). But that’s the only pickin’ way. And probably not even then.
Seriously, guys, what do y’all have against Hampton Inns?
Right there with ya, sister. In fact, Jay and the boys camped overnight in the family room a week or so ago. Where was I? Snug in my bed upstairs. Altho' I did make them some s'mores cookies -- just to make it more authentic.
ReplyDeleteDirt is probably cleaner than the Hampton Inn.
ReplyDeleteTina - I like your style!
ReplyDeleteChef - I think not.
My father hated camping and went camping once with his parents and my mother--whereupon some malady occurred. This wasn't explained to me and every time I begged to go camping, (and I did because it sounded exciting in books) my father would shut down the conversation with "I did enough camping in Vietnam." My kids perversely never had an interest in camping UNTIL they had friends invite them.
ReplyDeleteUnrelated to camping, you need to brace yourself for July 24, Parents' Day. http://dayscalendar.com/2011/07/parents-day-in-the-united-states-july-24-2011/
ReplyDeleteTarrant - Your father's line is priceless! Hard to argue with that one. Pretty sure me saying, "I did enough camping with the Girl Scouts," wouldn't carry the same weight. Thanks for commenting!
ReplyDeleteTina - you have got to be kidding me. Oh my word.
Smores make everything great!
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