Last week we went to Fayetteville to meet Bristol for the first time. We had a great time. Although, Peyton and Lorelai were at each others throats for 90% of the trip. Mainly because my kid is a bully.
Tomorrow, I'm going camping. For four days. Seriously? Someone help me. I'm not really bright to accept this challenge.
I have to pee three times during the night. That means I have to get up, get out of the tent (zipper and all), hope I don't trip, and walk in complete darkness (I may or may not have a head lamp - don't judge) to the bathroom, then back. Three times. Every night. I hate camping. Why am I going again?
Oh yeah, and I have a two year old. Who hates bugs.
This should be fun. At least we'll have good company.
I'll report when we return. IF we return.