I’m not even 12 hours into this almost week long family camping trip and the following has happened in no particular order:
I was given a good night “hug” with the top of a 3 year olds skull to my mouth.
My intestines started rebelling against the burger king we stopped for on our way down, this was right at bedtime.
I’ve trekked the 1.5 football fields to the bathrooms more times than I can count.
I found a giant brown fuzzy spider in the yurt.
Listened to the sweet sounds of children whining and crying for 3-4 hours.
I broke my flashlight.
I sleep on the top bunk, which requires acrobatic skill and precision to scale, of which i have neither.
At 3 am my intestines rebelled in spectacular fashion and let’s just say I left quite a snack for the bears in the woods and also swam naked with the bull frogs by moonlight. I should have brought extra PJs.
So, I can’t imagine things getting worse.