Something inspired me to take the kids camping yesterday. (I believe it was the unnaturally amazing Wisconsin Memorial Day weekend weather.) When I was younger, camping with friends was a tradition this calendar weekend, but so was being drowned at the camp site, or freezing our hineys off!
While looking at tents at Fleet Farm, (“If you can’t get it at the Fleet, you don’t need it.”) my daughter spotted a Mac Sports Rockies Quick Set Tent“>, which claimed to be incredibly easy to set up. It was on sale, and said it would sleep 5. Done!
She also spotted some “very inappropriate” camouflage bikinis… Ha ha! Now you can catch a good tan while not really standing out! (Please don’t grow up, honey… Keep thinking that Fleet Farm bikinis are inappropriate!)

Bikinis aside, the tent went up quickly as promised. We popped in some pillows and sleeping bags, and voila – our backyard oasis was nearly complete.
The fire pit would have been the icing on our camping cake, but my rusty camp fire skills combined with spongy old half-rotten wood led to a steady puff of smoke for most of the evening.

On a normal evening, my kids will push their bedtime out as far as I’ll let them, but last night they started asking if it was bedtime at about 6:30. When it got dark, we went into the tent with our flashlights and some books. I read them a story, we played some flashlight games and soon they were both sawing logs. One minute after that, I realized just how hard the ground actually was and that there was a prominent (seemed like) boulder directly under me.

What’s a wide-awake Mama (who is laying on a boulder) to do when the kids are sleeping in the tent?
For starters, I was happy to see that my laptop could still get excellent wireless reception in the tent. I checked a few work emails, upgraded Wordpress (since it has been SO LONG since I’ve posted), enabled mobile blogging on Wordpress for my iPhone (no more excuses), chatted with a long lost friend on IM, Tweeted and (hee hee) watched a couple episodes of “The Hills: Season One” on Netflix.
The rest of the night went pretty smoothly. There were no “owl vs. bunny” murders that we could hear. There were no audible mosquitos in the tent. Despite my careful surveying of the flattest possible site in my yard, we woke up all crunched together at the bottom of the tent, around 5:30 am. My sciatic nerve is a little tweaky today, but air mattresses are for WIMPS!
I may be a geek, but I am not a wimp!





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