I have tried to like camping. Really, I have.
I have camped at the beach.
I have camped in the desert.
And now I have camped in the mountains.
Can I be done trying to like camping now?
I just. don't. like it.
I want to like it. For the children. And for my husband, who really does like it. But I just don't.
I don't like the dirt. Or the bugs. Or the hikes. Or the sleeping on the ground.
I do like the stars. The campfire. The s'mores.
But we live by the beach. So we can go have a bonfire with stars and s'mores just about whenever we want, minus the dirt, and bugs, and hiking, and butt and/or hip hitting the ground all night long because your fancy air mattress is not properly inflated.
Come to think of it, we have a firepit. So we can do fire + stars + s'mores without even leaving the house!
Top that, camping.
For now, I think I'm all done. I'll take a year off, then try again. We went camping with some really lovely friends this time, and I was just such a Debbie Downer. I hate to ruin everyone else's trip, so I'll just stay away for a while.
Part of the problem with camping is me. But part of the problem with camping is my children, particularly Savannah. She's just too young to be fun on a camping trip. She won't sleep through the night, she pours lemonade all over me and herself, and she throws a handful of dirt into her own eyes. Maybe in a year she'll be more manageable.
Lest you think I spoiled the entire trip, here are a few pictures to prove otherwise.
I have camped at the beach.
I have camped in the desert.
And now I have camped in the mountains.
Can I be done trying to like camping now?
I just. don't. like it.
I want to like it. For the children. And for my husband, who really does like it. But I just don't.
I don't like the dirt. Or the bugs. Or the hikes. Or the sleeping on the ground.
I do like the stars. The campfire. The s'mores.
But we live by the beach. So we can go have a bonfire with stars and s'mores just about whenever we want, minus the dirt, and bugs, and hiking, and butt and/or hip hitting the ground all night long because your fancy air mattress is not properly inflated.
Come to think of it, we have a firepit. So we can do fire + stars + s'mores without even leaving the house!
Top that, camping.
For now, I think I'm all done. I'll take a year off, then try again. We went camping with some really lovely friends this time, and I was just such a Debbie Downer. I hate to ruin everyone else's trip, so I'll just stay away for a while.
Part of the problem with camping is me. But part of the problem with camping is my children, particularly Savannah. She's just too young to be fun on a camping trip. She won't sleep through the night, she pours lemonade all over me and herself, and she throws a handful of dirt into her own eyes. Maybe in a year she'll be more manageable.
Lest you think I spoiled the entire trip, here are a few pictures to prove otherwise.
Chelsea's patented "stylish pose."
Now THERE'S a happy camper.
See? I was there, too. And I even smiled!
Post-camping exhaustion. Like father, like daughter.---
3 comments:
Hi Heidi:
Sorry to hear your last camping trip didn't go so well. I do have to give you LOTS of credit for trying, especially with young kids.
I'm not sure if you've tried this, but have you thought about pitching a tent in your yard? It seems like you'd have everything at a camp ground right there at home and if you and Savannah got uncomfortable, you can just go back in the house. Would also be a good way to train, if you will, the girls for camping in the comfort of your own yard, just saying lol.
Hopefully, Jeremy won't mind camping in the back yard, I think the girls would get a kick out of it.
Hope you're doing well and we all miss you here in MA.
Sandy
Sandy, we could TOTALLY camp in the backyard!
Bonus: I could sneak in and sleep in my bed after they're all asleep, haHA!
:)
Ooooh, you're evil and I love it!!!!!!!
I would totally sneak out too, but don't forget to sneak back in LOL
Sandy :-)
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