I’ve been so distracted with the whole strep throat/mono situation (I’ve kicked strep throat and have Epstein Barr, a precursor to mono) that I never reported that our camping trip was fabulous.
I mean as fabulous as any trip is when you come home with strep throat and Epstein Barr virus.
The kids did it all: roasted marshmallows and hot dogs, slept in a big, crazy “kid loft” of mattresses and sleeping bags and…kids, swam on Thanksgiving, went down the crazy, super water slide, competed in a scavenger hunt, ate way too many snacks, competed in a quiz game, had a Christmas “Jesus” book exchange, rode their bikes in the dark, tried to adopt a stray cat from the campground, and played mini golf.
A fabulous time was had by all again this year.
Except, of course, for the aforementioned sicknesses.
Maybe next year will be even MORE FUN without one kid having croup and the rest of us having a bad case of I-didn’t-sleep-last-night-itis.
Or strep throat.
Or Epstein Barr.
