It’s 7am…on my day off. I am awoken to my 40 something-year-old husband as he pounces (yes, pounces) on the bed like a kid on Christmas morning. I try to ignore him, but he starts poking, prodding and tickling me. I’m tired and just want a few more minutes of sleep. It wasn’t going to happen though, he brought out the big guns and turned on the bedroom light. I turned into Gizmo…but it worked. I got up.
It wasn’t too bad getting here. Atlanta was a beast though!
We got to the campsite just as it was getting dark and had to rush to set everything up. We ate dinner in the dark. Did I mention it’s freezing.
Eli loved roasted marshmallows and we all loved the fire. I would write more but its freezing and I need to snuggle down into my sleeping bag.