When camping for the first time with your little family, you only stay one night because there’s less damage to do when you’re only gone about 30 hours.
When camping and your husband gets a migraine for only the second time in his life (the first one was the week before your wedding–just a coincidence, I’m sure), it will put a slight damper on the morning, but your husband is a champ like no other and he’ll still make sure the kids (and Mommy) have fun.
When camping with an air mattress, it would be nice if the air mattress didn’t have a hole in it. Because then your old lady bum hip will be super-sore in the morning and you’ll remember you’re thirty years old.
When camping, eggs and bacon over the open fire just taste better.
When camping and you promise yourself not to look at your phone for the whole trip, you have a lot more time for your family, for reading books and building towers on a blanket, and for pushing your preschooler on the swing. And you learn lessons from this.
When camping and your preschooler comes into contact with daddy long leg spiders, she’ll freak out and cry uncontrollably for a lot longer than she should. And it will happen many times that day.
When camping and you go on a steep, rocky hike to the waterfall, you’ll be immensely impressed with your three year old and her no-fear approach to a tough trail or a dangerous climb. And you’ll let her do it even though it’s stressing you out. Then you follow while holding a one year old and your realize where the preschooler gets her daring. And be overcome with pride.
When camping, your toddler will try to drink up every last drop of water flowing down from the waterfall and you’ll be impressed with her ambition.
When camping, you should always take a picture with your husband after you’ve packed everything up and loaded the kids in the truck. So that you can remember that it was good. And you’ll want to do it again when you talk about it later. So that you’ll remember you not only survived, but you thrived on your trip.