This morning A. loaded up the Subaru with camping equipment and all three boys to climb a mountain over an hour away.
Jury's out on whether he's completely crazy or just Dad of the Year. Maybe both. Lucky boys.
I did not accompany them. I'm just not one of those Iron Women who run marathons or hike mountains or sleep in a tent at almost eight months pregnant.
I don't feel bad about that, either.
I was probably taking a nap in my nice soft bed about the time that A. took this picture.
I can tell myself it was a well-deserved nap, though, because those peanut butter sandwiches they're eating? ALL ME.*
A. called a little while ago to inform me that they've got the tent set up in a state forest. I expect I'll see them early tomorrow morning, exhausted but exhilarated and ready for an extra-large breakfast. A. will almost assuredly be ready for lots of coffee, too. And he will have it. Because climbing a mountain AND camping overnight with three little boys deserves at least that much, right?
Right. Dad of the Year, for sure.
* Actually, doing all the food prep for camping is the best kind of food prep, because once it's done, they leave and I don't have to do ANYTHING ELSE for hours. Glory, glory, alleluia.
2 comments:
Yay for quiet houses, and uninterrupted naps.
Enjoy your time, mama.
What a guy, and what awesome kids to want to experience so much of the great outdoors! I'm sure there were definitely stress moments for A. and the boys, but good for them, and better for you!
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