Well, tonight I learned differently.
For months we've been talking about taking Charlie camping -- first in the backyard, then a nearby park, then the world! And Charlie, who absolutely adores his tepee and camping gear, talks about it all the time, so this evening when he mentioned doing it "sometime soon" (what we always tell him), Jason said, "Why not t-o-n-i-g-h-t?" (What on earth will we do when the kid learns to spell?!?)
And I said, "Because..." Then I had Jason check the weather and when there was a 30% chance of intermittent storms, I thought I was safe. When he pointed out that there is always a 30% chance of intermittent storms in South Carolina, I decided, "If you want it to be a Daddy-Son night, that's fine."
What? Did those words come out of my mouth? Why?? I love to camp. I can sleep anywhere comfortably. I scooped the yard just this afternoon. I'm still not sure I understand it.
At first, Jason was concerned that I would feel left out, but while I might not understand my motivation, I am completely behind my decision. I will be sleeping inside tonight.
So, I helped set up the tent, gathered the necessary camping gear (sleeping bags, lantern, Bella, Myrtle, jammies, water, scotch and the iPad), said goodnight and came inside.
Now, when it comes time for the first actual camping trip nothing will keep me away, but tonight while they "sleep" under the stars, I'll be enjoying a glass of wine, Say Yes to the Dress and Girl Scout Cookies on the couch...and as much as I feel like that should bother me, I wouldn't have it any other way!
Thankfully, Daddy was an Eagle Scout!
...or maybe not!
Grudging smile, because I promised to leave...
apparently I wasn't the only one that thought
a "Daddy-Son" campout was a good idea!
