Next time, bring a dozen eggs and a package of shredded cheese or some peanut butter. (I know about blood-sugar crashes.)
I think I’m on the 7th wash load, but I may have multiplied in my head. It will be nice to sleep in my bed. My favorite thing is to have the windows open and hear all the “camp” noises, but sleep on a real mattress with a bathroom nearby.
James snores, and Vlad thrashes and flails. At one point last night, James was unzipping the tent, and I said, “What are you doing?” “Vlad’s not here - nobody’s on his mat!” but he was there, just off his mat against the back wall of the tent. Sally had the pup tent to herself and missed all this.
Boys have a tendency to bring excitement to what would otherwise be a merely stressful experience.
I had some eggs, but I can only eat so many before I gross out on them. Cheese? I only buy that on payday. And I can’t recall the last time I had peanut butter in the house. Probably the last time I had bread.
I just don’t keep a lot of things on hand. I have a hard time finding things in small enough containers to warrant buying. Most of the time, one serving of something is enough to last me a year.
There were only two loads to wash at Busdaddy’s even though I still have two here. I just didn’t want to spend my weekend washing clothes, which is what I do when I go over on his days off.