My kids and I are away at family sleep away camp this summer. We go every year together and every year we all seem to forgot how “rustic” this place is. It's so rustic that we have air conditioning and private bathrooms and WiFi – but only in one building and it's not the one we're staying in, so for me that's roughing it. The Hubs hates bugs and bunk beds more than I do, so he makes the supreme sacrifice and stays home to work, because someone's gotta pay for this adventure.
We arrived yesterday afternoon and here's a conversation I had with my kids:
Upon arriving and checking out our home away from home for the next week:
Adolpha: This is great! I get the top bunk! Woohoo. WAIT. Where's the TV? There's no TV? I don't think I knew that before I came.
Two hours after we've arrived, we realize I've forgotten to pack everyone a sweat shirt and it's cold, so we trek back into town to hit the local yokel Wal-Mart to peruse their wares:
Gomer: I'm really proud of myself. I didn't think I could last this long entertaining myself, but I've done really well. When I first realized there wasn't a TV, I thought I'd never make it, but look at me now! I'm totally entertaining myself!
Me: Gomer, you've entertained yourself by unloading the car, making your bed, unpacking your stuff, and playing with a soccer ball for thirty minutes before I took you to Wal-Mart to shop. Let's see you get through tomorrow without telling me you're bored and then we'll call it a success.