I know summer is behind us, almost officially. I meant to write this post as soon as we got back from our epic family Labor day camping trip, but back to school week proved to be even more insane than I thought.
Speaking of our Labor day camping trip, it was amazing! Every year our family takes a camping trip about an hour North of here, it’s nothing fancy and it’s not really too terribly rustic. It’s really a campground by a lake near a cornfield and some cows and yes we have flush toilets and showers.
But that doesn’t really matter, it’s not the what, it’s the who…
This year we had 35 people camping, we are one camping site away from taking up an entire section of the campground, and I have to admit, we’re pretty proud of ourselves.
The one site in our section that was not in our family had a wicked sweet trailer. They had the nicest camping chairs I have ever seen, they even had an inflatable screen and a projector so they could watch the sandlot around the campfire. Seriously.
But the thing the had that I found the most ridiculous was this big, red flag that said “chillin the most.” (NAME THAT KID ROCK SONG!)
For the first few days that flag taunted me…. and for the last few it just made me laugh. Well played flag… well played.
Because for me, there is nothing “chillin” about camping with kids… or any other vacation with kids for that matter.
I love our annual camping trip, we reconnect with family and get ridiculous tan-lines. We fall asleep in sandy beds after one too many s’mores… but guys? it is crazy exhausting and not one iota “chillin.” Continue reading