I swore that I would "commit" to camping at The Fair, by sleeping in the tent nightly, taking meals at the campsite, and allowing the boys to clean up at the Fair showers.
One boy hasn't come home since opening day. He provides me with a list of things he needs from home and I run back and forth.
Today I'm preparing a Julienne salad for twelve. I went to the store for fresh ingredients and I'm chopping and slicing here at home with my favorite knives on a clean counter top.
I'll run the meal over to the campsite at noon.
For die hard campers I suppose this would be considered cheating.
Last night the air mattress had completly deflated by 1 a.m. I missed my bedroom side table (unsure where to safely place my keys and glasses, I kept the on my person).
Maybe it's the knowledge that I have to go back to work on Sunday that's spoiling my relationship with camping. I don't find camping relaxing at all and I hate to go back to work exhausted.
The boys, however, seem to be having a lovely time.
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