Two Crazy Mommas

Sometimes when your man goes to Mexico for a week,

you come up with crazy plans to make the time go faster.  

 

Like planning a nice camping trip with your girlfriend. To be one with nature....

It doesn't sound crazy at all,

until you mention the part about taking 5 kids all 5 years old and younger.

 

During the planning part, we thought about roasting marshmallows and hot dogs.

We didn't think about the impromptu game of Whack-a-Mole with flaming palm branches.

 

 

During the planning stage, I thought about my days as a camp counselor, ending a long day with a quiet session of vespers. I thought of the times I shared my dreams and fears with campers and co-workers as we settled in for the night.

 

We shared our fears alright.

 

"Do you think that thing making noise outside the cabin is something we should worry about when we have to go to the bathroom?"

 

and

 

"How are we going to get these people to sleep?"

 

 We thought the whole thing might have been a bad idea as we tried to convince our

half sleeping, screaming, 3 year olds to pee in the very dark, very ominous woods.

 

But the morning came.

 

And hot chocolate and mini donuts by the fire erase all the doubts we had about coming here.

 

And we saw our wee little adventurers exploring.

 

and we thought,

maybe we aren't two crazy mommas after all.