Cast of Characters…
Me: a childhood camper with fond memories.
The Husband: a reluctant camper with (who knew?) a fear that bears will invade our campsite and I will send him out of the tent to fend them off, lest they try to eat one of our children.
The kids: “Yay, a tent!”
Our friends, the Java Family: with a total of one family camping experience under their belts, but JavaMom and JavaDad are also childhood campers.
We gathered equipment and set off for the camp site. It wasn’t easy, but we arrived there by…
…exiting my back door. Yes, we camped in the back yard. I highly recommend this because, if say, your five year old wakes up at the crack of dawn barking orders about how she wants her breakfast and she wants it now, you can send her to her actual room, inside the house, to either go back to sleep or adjust her attitude. It’s her choice, really.
But, anyway, did I mention that JavaMom and I set up our own tents? All by ourselves? Without the husbands? We are so awesome. We tried to convince our seven-year-old sons to help us but one of them faked an injury or something and they disappeared into the house. Nevermind. We set up the tents anyway. And also a fire pit.
We made s’mores and took the kids on a nighttime walk through the neighborhood with camping lanterns, then made shadow puppets with flashlights on the side of the house. Finally, the kids mostly asked if they could please go to bed, it’s very late, and we are exhausted.
In the morning, I learned that birds are very, very loud at a very inappropriate hour. So I stumbled into the house and made coffee. The dads went off to work, which left JavaMom and I to “break camp”.
We declare it an overall success. Now on to the next level of camping: camping at an actual campground, but it must have bathrooms. Or possibly my sister’s back yard. I’m not sure which.
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