I don't love camping.
I love what my family becomes while camping.
See what I did there? I took something SIMPLE and made it COMPLICATED. It's a spiritual gift.
We went on a 24 hour camp-over at Camp Sumatanga for Labor Day. Usually, when we camp, we have a shaky entry into the "wild" but then everyone calms down a notch and becomes less frantic people. It's beautiful and hard to describe.
THAT DID NOT HAPPEN ON THIS TRIP.
We played basketball, tennis, soccer, Ga-ga (for real), walked and climbed the playground.
I thought, Hey! This is fun! We are all playing together!
For like 27 whole minutes no one was arguing!
Whaaaa? What just happened?
Our spicy, enormous feelings are too big even for a campground apparently as it became clear that whatever Husband and I are teaching as "parents", it's not sticking.
Like Jen said, we too are raising feral children who will not contribute to society or be loving and kind to others. (thank you Jen Hatmaker, For The Love). In addition, we are raising entitled whining ninnies who think expressing gratitude is a punishment.
We even went by the Nina Reeves Prayer chapel since she is kinda a Huge Big Deal.
I am exhausted.
Husband and I decided to camp without the children next Labor Day.