Today the kids went to an all-day program judiciously selected by us because it only cost $10 for the entire day. But, you know, it was church-affiliated and that means it has to be good. I mean, it was really cheap, but it was approved by Jesus himself. Especially the pottery part. Monkey presented me with something that may be either a clay donut or a pencil holder, and Chickadee showed off a gigantic blue whale with a comically tiny Mr.-Bill-like Jonah who fits in said whale’s blowhole. (Don’t ask me, I DON’T KNOW.)
While they were gone, I taped myself to my desk chair and completed about a dozen assignments so that we can leave tomorrow (to go here) on a mini camping trip without me spending the entire time trying to find some WiFi. And Otto went and ran some errands and sold his house.
I haven’t breathed a single word of his house sale all this time because part of me truly believed that today would arrive and the phone would ring and it would be his relentlessly perky (but also somewhat daft) realtor with the news that the buyers couldn’t get financing, or they changed their minds, or were all hit by a bus. Something. Anything. I just couldn’t accept that it was real. But today the closing went off without a hitch and it’s official: We now own ONLY two houses.
(Do not ask me about MY old house. Just. Don’t.)
So after dinner we told the kids we were going out to celebrate and threw them in the car without telling them where we were headed. They whined and complained and demanded to know what the surprise was, but we were CRUEL and RELENTLESS and drove them right over to Sonic with nary a word. We then toasted the sale of the house with root beer floats all around, and it was very good.
When we came home, we sent the kids to get ready for bed and started pulling out camping gear, whereupon we realized several things in very short order:
1) Hey, the trunk of your average sedan is not all that large.
2) We never did buy a pump for that air mattress. Huh.
3) Tents are heavy.
4) Camping for one night requires only marginally less gear than camping for a week. It’s not like you get to bring LESS TENT or FEWER CHILDREN just because you’ll only be doing the one night.
So, after a triumphant day and delicious post-dinner treats, we got to relax and enjoy the spoils of our efforts. Or, maybe Otto headed out to buy supplies while I yelled behind him DON’T FORGET THE MARSHMALLOWS! and then I started working on this mountain of laundry that has somehow magically appeared here. Our plan is to leave bright and early tomorrow, which means that by the time we get done cramming everything into the car and deciding if we have enough room to bring anything other than s’mores fixins, we should be able to get three or four hours of sleep before spending the day in the hot sun with two overexcited children and then capping it all off with sleeping on the ground.
I can’t wait!
The children are very excited, mostly because I think their mental image of camping includes far fewer bugs and more indoor bathrooms than reality will prove to entail. But hope springs eternal that this will really be one of those “family trips” I always wanted to take but never did.
Now if only I had our bacon salt already, I could report back on bacon-flavored s’mores. Pity.