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.
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