I’ll admit it, as a kid, I despised, loathed, HATED camping. It was pretty much the worst thing my parents could do to me. Maybe second only to cross country skiing (I’ll save that story for another day). The bugs, and the being dirty, and the squatting to pee. *shudder* I have very vivid memories of feeling rocks burrow their way into my back as I lay on the cold, hard ground, counting the seconds until it was time to wake up and go home. (Melodramatic, much? Ha. I was a teenager… what do you expect?)
And yet, now that I have some kiddos of my own, when Joel suggested we take the boys camping, I immediately jumped at the chance to
subject them to the same torture my parents had inflicted upon me expose them to the wonders of nature.
The weekend prior to our camping adventure, Joel and I did a little Set Up the Tent dry run, which really proved to be helpful in allowing us to set up the tent on actual camping day without A) Wyatt running around and on top of and inside the tent the entire time and B) knocking Calvin to the ground. And hey, a giant bag of marshmallows turns out to be exactly the right thing to keep a toddler happily occupied. So, there we were, winning at life, enjoying the weather and the lake and our picnic lunch. We magically convinced the kiddos to nap, taught Wyatt how to pee on a tree (I’ll give the credit to Joel on this one), made dinner over the fire and ate s’mores. (side note: Wyatt seriously kept asking, ‘some more what?’ no matter how many times we explained that no, that’s just what they’re called: ‘Do I want some more WHAT?’)
And then we turned in for the night. Aaaaaaannndddd, cue worst night sleeping in a tent ever. Seriously. I wanted to go back and find my wimpy. whiney teenager self who whimpered and cried because, ‘camping is so haaaarrrrddd’ and tell her to shut it. Because well, one, it was cold! So so so cold, and we had not prepared for that. And, before you even ask, yes, we had sleeping bags, and no we couldn’t use them properly because I was sleeping with Cal in my bed and I was afraid of smothering him the entire night, so I lay there most of the night shivering and covering his freezing hands and ears and making sure his face didn’t suffocate in the blankets. And, all night long I wanted to cry and kept thinking, no way in hell are we staying another night, I am FREEZING. But, then came morning and sweet Wyatt popped his head up and looked so dang adorable and Calvin started laughing at his awesome older brother and I shut my trap. I turned to Joel and said, “Well, morning is nice. We can stay another night if you want to.” And, darling that he is, he said, “No way. I’m not doing that again.”
So, we ate and we packed and we drove home. But, believe it or not, I want to do it again. Just maybe with a pair of socks next time.