This is how we do it

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. 

BUT

the following made my camping experience...not bad:

5 layers (tank top, short sleeved shirt, thermal long sleeved shirt, fleece, & jacket)

Smartwool socks

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)

No wind

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.