Memorial Day Camping... Part One

Ok, I think I've recovered enough, maybe to be able to post about my... um... lovely, yeah that's it, camping trip to beautiful Seneca Rocks, WV.

I shall start with Thursday. I take the oldest kid to the store, since she was going to be home a couple days alone and always complains that there is never anything to eat in the house. We hit the store, and stock up on enough junk & processed food crap to kill a horse. Kid's happy, I don't care. I could have gotten the last remnants of what we needed while out, but had forgotten "The List". Yep... Hubby's a list maker. Fine by me, but if you stray from the list, that's bad. If you forget something on the list, cause you were going by memory, that's bad. He doesn't get too upset, but you can tell that he is... displeased. So, we get back home, and I can see that Hubby has been arranging. There are piles of stuff in my living room. Lots of piles. He is assembling boxes with food, supplies and gear. Looks like we're headed on an expedition to Lord knows where and might never see civilization again. I just look the other way and keep moving.

He heads out and pulls the seats from the middle of the van. See, last Saturday, he took my van with him when he went grocery shopping to get the oil changed. Somewhere along the way, the back lift gate stopped working. That meant that we couldn't get the back bench seat out, which was the one we had planned on pulling for packing space. Anyway, he takes the seats out, so that Friday we can just pack and go. Well, that's the plan anyway. I know that I have laundry to do, but I also have other stuff to take care for the kids to get ready for their weekend with StupidX. I finally fall into bed about 11:30, still without having done laundry. Oh well... there's always the morning...

Stay Tuned for Part Two...