It's Memorial Day weekend, and for my family that means camping.
When my hubby and I first married, he had a tent that fit two. We progressed (mostly because of the suitcase I insisted on bringing) to a two room tent. Then, I got pregnant. Did you know when you're pregnant and camping in a tent, it's really REALLY a pain to roll off the ground every ten minutes in the middle of the night because nature calls. Yup, you guessed it. We got a pop-up. We still have it for our short camping trips.
Now we have a camper (think bathroom and stove). The reason why my husband agreed is because our camping trips are for longer periods of time and if he wants me fully vested, I want the potty.
So, we've been camping since Wednesday with lots of camping friends.
1. Early Morning: Married couple (Grandma and Grandpa) leave tent behind to drive to Big City to attend graduation party.
2. After Dinner: Mother A (not her real name) heads to nearest town (twenty miles away - not really a town, more a spot) for trivial reason.
3. After Dessert: Child bitten in head by over excited dog (Don't worry, child is fine we now know).
4. Mother B tosses child in truck, heads for nearest big town for hospital.
5. Instead: Mother B drives off road and her truck goes down an embankment.
6. Two minutes later: Mother A finds Mother B and rescues her and drives her to hospital.7. After stitches, Mother B turns child over to Grandpa and Grandma who were not supposed to return camping until following day but who decided to return early. They spend night in hotel while Mother B returns to campstie and other children.
8. Next day, tow truck pulls Mother B's truck from embankment and NOT a STRATCH.
Isn't God amazing.
If I put this in a book, would you believe me?
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