pictures and words
This past weekend, I accompanied our sons to boy scout camp. These were our quarters: A canvas tent on a raised, wooden platform. I was very happy to learn that we would not be sleeping on the ground. But our neighbors were only 2 or 3 feet away from us.
This is Noah’s cot. He wanted to sleep in the middle. The tents were only supposed to house two people, but the 3 of us squeezed in there. And, yes, that’s our toilet paper supply for the weekend. The tents were “closed” by ties. Noah insisted that I tie our tent shut; he was afraid to sleep with the doors untied. I didn’t dare explain that cloth ties would not keep out anything that wanted to get in. The ties DID, however, cause a little panic and frustration when Ben got up to go to the “bathroom.”
Before turning in, Ben remarked, “I wish I had brought a book to read.” Lucky for them they have me for a mother! I brought two books: my small Bible (this one) and The Count of Monte Cristo. They were both so relieved to know I had my Bible, which I thought was odd. Then Noah said, “Read that out loud, it’ll make me feel better.” (He didn’t want to admit that he was a little scared.) So, I read two stories, and he was asleep before I finished the second one.
Ben’s cot. During the night, I shined my light on my boys to see how they were sleeping. I had to kill two spiders that were climbing on Noah’s sleeping bag. *ew & shivers*
My cot. Notice the water dripping down the side of the tent? I didn’t unroll my sleeping bag until moments before I climbed into it.
Around 2 a.m. I thought I’d try sleeping on my left side. This is what I saw…
the ground. So I decided to stay on my back.
I’m sorry I didn’t take a picture of the “bathroom.” It was a treat! All kidding aside, the boys and I had a really fun time together at camp. I’m not opposed to doing it again (for their sakes). But I prefer our family tent. And my air mattress. And my fan. And hearing only one man snoring. If they want to do summer camp, then I’ll see if I can sleep in our van. After all, I am not a boy scout.
The only reason I ever camped as an adult was for my kids. It took me a while to realize I really don't like "roughing it" :0)
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You are a strong, strong mama. That is so awesome of you to do that! 🙂 Especially the spider killing duty. Hey I'm trying to get some linky love rolling over on my blog. Would you care to share this post? This is a great story for Whippersnapper Wednesday. http://unskinnyboppy.blogspot.com/2009/10/introducing-whippersnapper-wednesdays.htmlThanks Les!
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