I have no idea if I am going camping this weekend. I have no idea if anyone in this family is going camping this weekend. The “idea” is for Kile and Harry to go up tonight while Liam and I stay at home or go over to NewFriend’s house (since she will only be doing camping Saturday night) and watch movies or whatever. I don’t think that’s exactly how it’s going to happen. Plans have changed so much about this that I’m utterly at a loss as to what’s happening. I asked Kile if we were still going and he sounded lackluster at best. I know why too. He hates having plans changed on him and his reaction is generally to rebel against the changed plans. That or bitch about them. I can understand a bit, I suppose. I’m a planner by nature and while I enjoy a little bit of spontaneity here and there, sometimes it gets out of control and just feels haphazard.
Anyhow, I was supposed to drive on up the next day with NewFriend and we would do the camping thing Saturday night. I don’t think that’s going to happen either as NewFriend’s plans have changed somewhat and her husband is coming to pick her up on Saturday. We don’t have enough gas for Kile to come back and get me if he driving himself up Friday night which is what I think the current “plan” is. I think we were hoping to do this with one vehicle if at all possible so if he rode up with friends Friday, then I’d drive up Saturday or the other way around. Are you confused yet? Really? Because I sure am.
I think Kile and Harry should definitely go. I just don’t think I can do two nights. And if NewFriend is only going for Saturday then I definitely don’t want to do Friday too which what I think I’d have to do. The mere fact that it is Friday and this is all supposed to go down tonight makes me feel ill at ease and my first reaction is to just not go at all. Then I feel like an old stick in the mud and no one wants to feel like that.
But nothing is packed and nothing is planned and that doesn’t sit well with me. Plus we are virtually broke and would have to scrounge for food to bring along (there’s sort of a set “menu” on this trip) and worry about gas the whole time. I don’t know. Maybe it just isn’t the right time. I think maybe we need to be more prepared to do something like this.
This is me. I'm a thirtysomething stay at home mom to three kids. For years I was a stay at home mom to one kid and trying very hard to have more. It took a LONG time (ie: 6 1/2 years), but finally Liam arrived and charmed us with his blue eyes and ginormous, round head. Then we got a shock: I was pregnant again and this time it was a GIRL. Our hearts and home are full at last and now that we're done having babies, we get to relax (snort) and watch them grow (not too fast now, you hear?). Thanks for coming by, feel free to dip into my archives, read my About and History pages (just don't do Jackson's Story without tissues!) and make yourself at home.
