Late yesterday afternoon, my husband suggested we throw some things together and drive up into the mountains to spend the night and be back tomorrow for an early afternoon appointment.
First, I'm not *against* camping, but I do enjoy beds and toilets. (Being the only female in the family, sometimes I'm the only one who sees the joy in a well kept "biffie".)
Secondly, when it comes to camping, I'm not into throwing stuff together. Throwing stuff together means forgetting vital stuff like matches, utensils or toilet paper. (It all comes back to bathrooms for me.)
Lastly, I don't see the sense in driving up winding roads for a few hours so we can pitch a tent in near darkness, sleep on rocks, and hurry (driving too fast down switchbacks) home for a meeting. Call me crazy.
Now, I didn't just marry this whirlwind yesterday. If I outlined the objections above at the first mention of last minute camping, the deal would be sealed and we'd be off to the mountains bickering and dragging "Mom the Wet Blanket". So, being the supportive-wife-fun-mom, I gave the optimistic "Okay...sure!"
After about 20-30 minutes of discussion, doing the "who really wants to go and who doesn't" game and really thinking things through, we decided that we could do this better at another time when we planned ahead. (Insert conniving chuckle and hand wringing)
My sons, with the help of Dad, pitched a tent and built a fire in a makeshift fire pit in the backyard. We laid on the sleeping bags in the tent watching the fire while the boys roasted hot dogs and then we tucked them in for their night of camping and came inside.
The cunning trickster disguised as innocent Wife/Mom slept in her own bed down the hall from a flushing toilet.
6 comments:
Why do you think I insisted on getting a trailer? I had had enough of the "Ruff Stuff" from years of pitching tents, fighting bugs and convincing my 3 girls that they would not fall into the "Hole" when using outdoor potties. It was also hard to have them hold their noses while trying to hike up pants that fell onto the muddy, stinky, wet floor. I finally insisted that we could be primitive in a trailer with a real bathtub and toilet. Sometimes we just have to stick to our guns, and complain hard enough to get what we want. Love MOM P.S. I'm only sorry Rachel did not experience all those fun times.
ya mom, everyone else got a swing set to play with and I got a freeky statue of some lady in a sheet.
Great spontaneous camping! You go, girl. I just hope the whirlwind doesn't read your Blog and catch wind of how clever you are, bathroom girl. And I must comment on bathroom girl, here. I remember a certain girls' camp adventure hike where Michelle held it for the entire two days because she didn't want to pee in the bushes. Am I right on that one, Mich?
I don't recall holding it for two days--but then again I do have an iron bladder...
I must make a correction here--that was me Paige that had the fear of peeing in the bushes. And yes I remember it very well and attribute my bladder problems to that very adventure hike!
As for Rachel's comment? Get over the statue issue girl! The swingset used to get bees in the holes on the poles that stung us regularly and I have several other scars from that swingset that were not fun getting. I would much rather remember the lack of bad memories with the statue.
Girls. Would you please stop all the bickering. People are going to start talking about those crazy Spek girls. (Note to everyone else: Our family was normal, smart, creative, talented, honest, and absolutely perfect) Ya and you're going to believe that one. Love Mom Spek
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