Camping

So. The underlings have been whining about camping again. In case you didn't know, I'm somewhat of a delicate flower, and camping is not part of a delicate flower's repertoire. Another problem is that our tent is only big enough for four. So, my idea was, we go to the campground up the road, I'll hang out and make s'mores or whatever, then, once the kids and husband are tucked into their sleeping bags, I'll go home and sleep. Someone has to keep an eye on the livestock, anyway, right? Then, I'll show up in the morning with lattes and a non-stiff neck. Everybody wins!

But, no.

Yesterday, Mitch came home with a new tent the size of my first apartment. Three rooms! With a dog door! We set it up in the backyard to check it out. There was room for my ginormous airbed with plenty of space to walk around, and two side rooms for the kids. The children got all excited and convinced us we should definitely sleep in it that night. So, we set up all the beds and they happily played in there while the adults drank some wine on the patio. Hmmm, camping isn't so bad, I thought to myself. Then, since there was already an electrical cord strung into the tent for my bed, they decided to bring a tv in there and watch a movie. They spent the rest of the evening doing that while I continued to sip my wine inside, in peace. I love camping! As it was getting dark, Mitch gathered up his pillow and headed out with the dog. I decided someone should stay inside to keep their eye Jack and Dylan, who opted out of the family camping experience due to extreme coolness. I woke up 9 hours later with pillow creases on my face and alone in my bed. I slept so well I even brought a tray of hot breakfast sandwiches and coffee to my sleeping campers. I can honestly say that I enjoy camping, and am going to encourage the rest of my family to sleep in the tent for the rest of the summer. Because I'm a giver, and I want them to experience the joys of the great outdoors.