Our church had our annual campout this weekend. I've always went but NEVER spent the night. The extent of my camping is staying at our cabin. I do NOT sleep on the ground in a tent. No no no. Call me high maintenance, but I'm... well, yes, I am high maintenance.
Well this year Hubby tells me I don't have a choice, we're ALL sleeping in the tent. I reluctantly agree, but my mom offers to keep Raven, taking away the excuse to leave because she's going to wake everyone in the middle of the night screaming due to her rechid diaper rash.
Otter is of course "so gacited" and can't wait to go to the "beach." (Where we come from, there are no "beaches".)
Anyhoo, it wasn't that bad, and I actually enjoyed it a little. Besides the fact our tent barely slept 3, it was a good experience. I told Hubby if he got a bigger tent I could stand up in and one that would fit a mattress I might actually consider doing it again.
It's good to be home. Unfortunately for me, you can't tell where my red shirt ends and my skin begins, which is SO STUPID on my part considering skin cancer runs in my family and my mom just had a melanoma removed. I rarely allow myself to get burned, since I got smart anyway. :)
2 cleansing comments:
Aw, I'm glad you went. It is good family time. I always get stuck doing things I don't like, too. My husband once forced me to go to the aquarium knowing I have the worst fear of Jellyfish. We got to the jellyfish tanks and I had an anxiety attack and passed out. It's a good laugh, now. So it was worth it.
Maybe you should invest in a air mattress?
I used to be the same way, but now I LOVE camping! It's one of those things that the more you do it, the more you love it.
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