Camping. . . YAY!

Sigh. Can you hear the sarcasm in my voice? I am not a camping kinda girl. A few weeks ago I agreed to go camping. When we told the kids Lydia asked what camping is.  Trying not to sway her opinion, I acted like it was going to be super awesome as Jared told her.  She looked at us all crazy and said “I do NOT want to do that!” She’s my girl! Haha!

I loved camping as a kid and I want my kids to be able to experience it too, but the older I get the more I dislike it. You know. . . bugs, bears, the boogie man.  I am paranoid enough without sleeping in the wilderness! As a kid you don’t have to worry about those things. But I am in charge of everyone’s safety now, y’all. Plus it’s a lot of work. And the whole tent thing does not appeal to me; I like to sleep in my own clean bed. The last time we went camping Lydia was a year old and she was terrified of the tent. She screamed bloody murder the whole night. We ended up sleeping (or more like trying to rest) in the car.

But, because I love my husband I agreed to go. And I’m glad I did. We really did have a great time. We went with some friends and the kids loved playing and having the freedom to run and do whatever they wanted to. They loved playing and sleeping in the tent, making s’mores, finding caterpillars and frogs, taking little walks, and just playing outside. They loved it so much, I might possibly agree to do it again! 

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