Ah yes! The Friday before the May long weekend. Monday is Victoria Day (for my non-Canadian readers) to honour Queen Victoria’s Birthday and also, I guess, to honour the current Canadian sovereign’s birthday (if you believe Wikipedia). This is the weekend where most people bring out the RV and go camping.
And here is where I say “I don’t camp.” Now it’s not like I’ve never tried it and don’t like it. I used to camp with my parents and with school/brownie groups. I’ve stayed in very rustic tents with no floors sleeping on the ground, in tent trailers, in full out trailers and even cabins. I still don’t get the appeal.
My kids have been begging to go camping. I don’t want to let them down but I just can’t get my brain around why I would spend all that time and money so I can work even harder than I do at home in less ideal conditions. If we went, I’d have to plan & book the campsite, gather supplies (we have next to nothing so we’re starting from scratch here), pack all the clothes, plan all the meals, get all the food, prep all the food, pack the food and find a way to pack all that and the gear into our mini-SUV. Ahem. (lest you think hubs would make me do all this work I’m here to tell you that he’d help. But 1) I’m a control freak; 2) hubs works all day at his contract job and then comes home to deal with managing the business and trying to ‘expand’ the business. He’s tired and it isn’t fair to ask him to do all this extra work when he’s busy making all the money; 3) did I mention that I’m a control freak?)
So, in the event that I’m able to get it all together and we set out - here’s the resulting scenario:
- set up sleeping arrangements. At least one person, if not more, will have an uncomfortable nights sleep and be grumpy the next day or even the whole weekend.
- outhouse-style bathrooms. Need I say more?
- cooking three meals a day over an open fire (challenging) and washing dishes, by hand, after every meal. Ugh.
- trying to find something for the entire family to do together without someone becoming frustrated or bored (try an 11 year old and a 5 year old).
- coming home with dishes to clean, gear to put away, clothes to wash & bodies to bathe all in time to get to school/work on Tuesday morning.
I can’t imagine any possible ‘fun’ things we’d do that I couldn’t partake of right here, near my own home and indoor plumbing. So go ahead, tell me about how fun it is and I’ll just nod and make ‘umhum’ noises. But I aint goin’.