Phil and I went camping last Wednesday night.
I love everything about camping but the sleeping part.
I'll pee in the woods.
I'll build a fire.
I'll chop wood.
I'll cook in a fire.
I'll forego a shower if I must.
But my sleep is precious.
And when I camp, my sleep is either cold or uncomfortable.
Enter my heroic husband, who said his goal for me was to be warm and comfortable all night.
I had my doubts.
the following made my camping experience...not bad:
5 layers (tank top, short sleeved shirt, thermal long sleeved shirt, fleece, & jacket)
Numerous hand a toe warmers--including several that we threw into our sleeping bags
A zero-degree sleeping bag
A fire that I (proudly) made
An air mattress (thank you very much)
A very attentive husband
I must say, there's something about unplugging and getting away from the zing of life, something about turning off the phones and not even reading a book, something about slowing down and staring into a fire and talking for hours about things that matter (or not). This yawn of life every once in a while is irreplaceable in our marriage. And that is why I agree to camp--even if I do sacrifice some sleep.