Last night my husband and son went on a father/son camping trip with a group of guys from our church. This was my son's first time really camping. He'd gone one time with us when he was about 3 years old when we had spontaneously bought a travel trailer, but that was like staying in a smaller hotel room for a night, not really camping.

So, I was kind of excited about the idea of having a night to myself even though I had no idea what I was actually going to do to fill the time without my 2 main partners in crime out in the woods. But, after I got off work that was easily remedied by a trip to Old Navy. I mean, shopping is a great way to fight off boredom right?
It was a quiet night. Entirely too quiet. But my father-in-law who lives with us spent the evening watching Undercover Boss and then I snuggled in with a new book on my Nook. It was so weird not having our normal evening routine but just the thought of getting to sleep in was really calling to me. And not too long after I started reading I was out.

I was awoken this morning with a light touch on my arm. When I looked up I saw my husband standing there. I was certain it was a dream. Until he told me that Nikk was laying next to me and that he had thrown up in the tent and not feeling so well. It was 6-something in the morning and I was still groggy but I rolled over and saw my little cookie tosser was already curled up in the bed next to me and was snoring. My husband said he was going to go back to the campground and pack up and that he'd be back. I went back to sleep for about an hour.

Now, if there anything about my son, he is very routine. He wakes up between 6:30-7:00. Every. Single. Morning. So the fact that he slept until almost 10 am is a testament to how bad he must really have felt. Which I have to admit, didn't surprise me since the last 3 days he's had a very light appetite and has complained off and on that his stomach was hurting.

So what do you do when your husband wakes up at 4 am with a kid who pukes in a 2-man tent and then drives him home (an hour trip) right away so he doesn't have to sit around feeling all sick and stuff in the woods while he packs up and then drives another hour back to the camp, packs up and then drives the hour home again?
You cook that man some eggs and bacon, that's what. And you check him for ticks. That's always fun.

Although their trip was cut short, both my husband and my son really enjoyed the evening before the whole puking thing started. So let's hope that our next camping trip is sans barfing.

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