Indoor Campout

I'm not really a fan of camping. As in, I don't do it. I don't like sleeping outside. I don't like bugs. I don't like being cold. I like being home in my snuggly bed, with my own bathroom, coffee, couch, etc. I realize this makes me sound like a pansy, but I'm ok with that. The only kind of camping I like doing involves a hotel. But, as a mom of littles I realize I may have to participate in occasional *choke* camping.

So I had an idea...I'll "camp" in our living room. Me and Billy planned a surprise indoor campout with the hooligans, and they were so excited. We packed them little backpacks, and went to Walmart to get "supplies" (stuff to make s'mores in the fireplace) Merrick even claims to have spotted a bear, who was trying to steal his granola bar.

Tirzah had one small meltdown, involving a wayward sleeping bag, and had to be sent away from the campsite to her bed...but she came back, ate some s'mores and got a much better attitude. Merrick always  manages to turn every activity into a full contact sport, so he had to be asked to stop jumping off the furniture and get back to camping. But all in all, everyone behaved and there were no incidents. Jericho watched from his saucer in the corner, and even had a few bites of graham cracker.

I think if this is how camping goes, I can totally handle it. But I think eventually, it may require me going out of the house.