Jeff and I took the kids beach camping last week. I’m sure for most of you this is not a big deal, but for me, it was huge.
I’m not the biggest fan of tent camping. I have a hard time with dirt everywhere. I prefer indoor, PRIVATE plumbing. When I do the dishes I kind of like to have a dishwasher. When my kids are covered in dirt, I like for them to be able to take a shower and put on clean clothes before climbing into their beds. I like having clean surfaces to prepare meals on. I like my own bed.
I’m spoiled that way.
This attitude has caused me to be a bit jaded in my feelings about camping and I’m not always very amiable when the topic comes up.
This summer was different. The twins are finally old enough that I felt like it would be manageable.
And it was.
We had a great time camping, and I’m pretty sure my kids loved every minute of it.
Except when I was freaking out about them entering the tent with dirty feet.
One of Mama Kat’s writing prompts was about camping this week, to see more, go visit her.