Kum-Ba-Ya

We are heading out tomorrow morning for our First Family Camping Trip. (Imagine the scary organ music in the background.)

We'll be going with Art's entire family, so there will be nine adults and four children. But still. The kids are 1, 2, 3, and 4. Not exactly easy ages to watch in July heat near a lake.

They are so, so excited, though, that I think they'll have fun regardless. The women involved (some of us anyway) are all fretting and thinking and making lists and packing...and the men are just rolling their eyes and telling us to stop worrying about things.

For instance, I stayed awake for about 30 min. the other night worrying about what I would do if the kids woke up and needed to use the bathroom in the wee hours and it was raining outside. I mentioned it to my husband when we woke up the next morning and he said, "Take a big Ziploc bag."

Oh, well, yeah I guess that would work. I should've just woken him up at 2 a.m. when I couldn't sleep and asked him then. Of course, my normally intelligent husband is really just dumb as a rock in the middle of the night, so his idea would probably have been less than brilliant. If I were to use the past to judge, for instance, it might be something like, "Pack the monkey in a big boat."

Be that as it may, we will be leaving in the morning, Ziploc baggies and about half the rest of the house in tow. It's a good thing we'll be parking the car nearby, because I think I would need a few camels to haul everything otherwise.