Nightswimming

We went camping on Friday and much of it was awful. Mostly the getting there and getting started. I wanted us to get there earlier than the husband so we had time to chill and it was a less stressful experience. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. So yeah I asked the universe for what followed. What I thought would be a 1 1/2 hr drive was a 3 1/2 hr drive. Just me and one crying toddler and one demanding three-year-old. Then I had to set up the tent and the fire by myself whilst keeping the children from jumping in the VERY nearby lake. And then cook dinner by myself whilst the toddler mostly cried some more. BUT, but, but . . . after the husband got there and we started to eat dinner and I decided to finally give in to the little toddler's cries and go swimming with him already (even though it was past his bedtime at this point), things got better.

I sank into the brown lake and washed all the disgusting sweat off me with the almost-as-disgusting silty, gasoliney (boats) water. Oh, it felt good. I swam around with the kiddos and all their giggling in the dusk. Spinning in the near-dark and me and the littlest taking turns zerberting each other. And finally, finally there was some calm.

And that is why we go camping with the lunatics we call our children.

I was too exhausted to take pics most of the trip, but here's some semi-recent pictures since I've had too many pictureless posts lately.

Our kids are frequently wet and dirty.

 

 

And to show that we all exist, here is the whole family in St. George, UT: