Monday, June 30, 2014

He Won't

At 5 p.m. last night, A. called from his cell phone. They had set up camp, the fire was going, and the children were practicing sleeping in the tent. All was happiness and joy.

At 8 p.m., I called A. on his cell phone. They were all in the tent. A. said it was really hot in there, and all I could hear in the background was continuous screaming along the lines of, "CHARLIE, STOP IT!" Apparently Charlie was taking full advantage of the close quarters to bedevil his brother. I wished A. luck and hung up.

At 9 p.m., A. called from his cell phone to let me know they were on their way home. Once the excitement in the tent was over and it was really time to go to sleep, Charlie indicated very strongly that he was ready to get out of the tent and go home to Mommy. Also, A. was positive it was going to rain. Also also, I'm pretty sure A. was looking for any excuse to abort the mission and come home to sleep in his air-conditioned bedroom without two small boys climbing on his face.

They got home at 9:40, covered in dirt, soot, and stickiness. I put them right into bed, filth and all, and everyone was asleep by ten o'clock.

As A. said, it was all the fun part of camping without the miserable eight hours in a tent. Good enough.


Anonymous said...

Sounds like a wise decision all around! Mary in MN

Anonymous said...

They had the fun of camping--but A. didn't have to deal with night time potty excursions, or sweltering all night in the tent, or awakening in the morning with every square inch of body hurting from contact with the ground. Sounds like a perfect camping trip!