If I tell you a duck can pull a truck, then shut up and hook the sucker up!

It started off as an amazing idea to complete the parental duty to our kids, do something Facebook worthy and of course….help our boys be better boys. I was excited, my friends were excited, the boys were excited.

The idea….was camping.

We checked our calendar, selected a date at random and began making our lists – so we could also check off as many boy scout requirements as possible. Why go to all of this trouble and not cross every T we could, right? So, each kid planned a meal, make a checklist, worked on knots, packed a bag…..pure excitement.

Then the day came….in all its glory. After hours of running errands and grabbing last-minute things, meeting up with our camping partners, we were finally ready to set up camp.

The tent wasn’t so bad. It had picture diagrams, in addition to written requirements. And I had beer, along with knowledgeable people. Things are still looking good.

Next…food. We had already planned the meals, so it was just a matter of putting them together and praying for something edible. Golden.

Then came darkness.

Thunder. Lightning.
Random questions asking if I checked the radar…..

Meltdowns.

Quickly throwing everything in truck, other than tent.

Coming home and crawling in warm, soft, dry and safe beds.

Done.