It's a little crazy in our house right now.
We are getting ready for our annual camping trip.
With four boys.
We've been going on this same camping trip ever since Wyatt, our oldest, was a baby. He was about 6 weeks old to be exact. Yeah. We were brand new parents. We thought we could take on the world. We knew nothing.
I'm not sure we've learned a whole lot since then seeing as how this year we have a 6 (almost 7...he'd want me to say that) year old, a 5 year old, a 2 year old, and a 5 month old. That would be 2 still in diapers. One still breastfeeding. And, yes, we are tenting it.
It really is fun. Really. We go with a great group of people...about 7 or 8 families give or take. My parents & one sister are coming as well. They come along each year to lend a hand with the boys. So, it's not like we're going it alone.
Still, there's the preparation. Clothing, food, food prep gear, sleep gear, tent, lanterns, flashlights, toiletries, games & toys, etc. etc. And, there's the shopping and laundry that needs to be done to be sure we have all of said items. All needs to be packed for a family of six. Guess who gets to do the majority of this?
But, it's fun! I keep saying that, don't I? Ok. I admit there are times that I long for a 'real' vacation. One that requires minimal work and prep. One that involves an actual bed and air conditioning. But I also love that by camping with our boys we are continuing a tradition.
Camping was our family vacations as I grew up. And, our boys love the outdoors. They can ride their bikes, go fishing with my husband, dig for shells in the beach along the bay. They love it. And because they love it, so do I.
Now if you'll excuse me. I have some packing to do.