Hi there. Yes, it's that time again. . It's Fathers and Sons Campout night. Every year our church hosts a big camping adventure for the men, and their boys. Yepola, tonight's the night. . . Sigh. So here I sit, really wishing that I was asleep, waiting up for our last 2 stragglers to call and let me know that it's time for me to play taxi service, and go pick them up. I think that's the thing I like the least about having teen-age kids. The waiting up. Pause. . . Well, it's definitely a close second. . What an eye-rolling pain in the tushie! I am so ready for a good night's sleep. Yawn.
Anyway, I think the boys have been enjoying themselves over there at the field behind the church. . . It's quite convenient really, just 3 or 4 blocks from our house. . . They had a 'real' campsite all set up, but it didn't end up working out, because it's still sitting under 3 feet of SNOW. : ) The boys have been back to the house a time or two, as we knew they would be, even though their Dad discouraged it, for necessities such as footballs, the new Final Fantasy movie, Zippo lighters, (for campfires of course), and the like. Frown.
Which brings me to a gripe that I've had with the hubby man, (and all male role models who decide to take their children camping), for quite some time now. Isn't camping all about getting back to nature? About getting 'away from it all'? Leaving behind all the distractions of the modren day world? Well, what do you suppose those buggers are doing over there, right now, even as we speak? Yeah, you got it right! They're all huddled in front of somebody's laptop computer, sitting on picnic tables in their camping gear, watching the playoffs. They've got it all set up. Clint commented earlier - that "It's just not a campout unless you stay up and watch movies. . !" 
Sure. That's teaching 'em, Boys! Way to slow down and get back to basics! Grrrrr.
We'll be 'gettin' back to basics' tomorrow when they get home. . . Any bets? : )
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