Yesterday was the first Monday Kaylee and I have had off together in forever. Often, we work opposite schedules, which means any quality time is typically spent cleaning, or watching tv, or doing groceries. Not exactly quality time.
Because we had the day off, we decided to pack up our stuff and go camping for the first time this summer. Two summers ago, we left it to the last minute and the only time we went camping was in September! This year, we decided to get out early so we can fit in as much outdoor time this summer as possible.
We packed up our gear and started driving to the camp site. We noticed it began to rain a bit, but nothing more than a sprinkle, so we kept going.
Then it started to rain harder, and I widened my puppy eyes at Kaylee, hoping she'd give up the dream of camping in the cold, damp woods and go home for some warm cuddles with tea and a blanket. She chose to ignore me and we kept driving.
We got to the campsite, and not only was it raining, it was pouring. Getting out of the car would have soaked us, so the idea of sleeping in that kind of weather made me want to die. Kaylee told me I could go home, but she'd be staying outside all night. The thought of her sleeping alone in the rain broke my heart, so I sucked up any princess habits I might have and braved the cold.
And by braved, I mean I whined and bitched while setting up, asking her multiple times "can't we pleeeeeease go home? It's pouring. It's cold. Pleeeeeeease?"
You know how I know Kaylee is amazing? Because even though I whined and bitched the whole time, she set up a hammock under a tarp, gave me a warm blanket, a book and a beer, and set me up inside of it.
She certainly knows the way to my heart.
As we lay under the tarp, wrapped up in a warm blanket with a great book, sipping on beer and eating my favorite junk food, we listened to the rain fall and watched the chipmunks frolic in the grass. It was beautiful.
I was so comfortable in the hammock, I ended up falling asleep. It was so peaceful and relazing, until I woke up to a june bug crawling across my face. I screamed, it flew into my hair, got stuck, I started crying as Kaylee laughed, I pushed her out of the hammock, she fell in the mud, then got the june bug out. Sounds about right.
After the traumatic experience, we hit the hay (grass?) and slept in our tent. We woke up after a glorious night under the stars, made some oatmeal and coffee, and I headed straight for the hammock again.
True happiness is hot coffee, a good book, warm toes and the birds chirping while you're wrapped up in a cozy blanket in a hammock.
Did you try something new this week?
Have you ever been camping in the rain? Attacked by june bugs?