I made it camping!

After my first week with the kids ALONE and Grant working a TON because we have so little PTO left,, I was exhausted but I MADE IT CAMPING!!!! It was the first thing was I targeting in my "new remission life" . The camping trip to Lake Chelan that John Knox Church goes on every year. I signed up for it in AUGUST of last year for goodness sake. We have never gone the trip and I was determined to go when I started treatment IN SEPTEMBER of last year. A few times last week, I wasn't sure I was going to be able to make it, but I figured it out and I did. My back hurt, but nothing an Alieve couldn't take care of and I did take one anxiety pill which helped me breathe. I didn't swim in the Lake because my chest tube opening is not entirely healed yet, BUT I did do the water slides in Chelan with the kids. The long and short is - we had an awesome, wonderful, stupendous, amazing trip. The boys had a blast. Everyone was so nice. Meals were provided Saturday and Sunday. HELLO! That is MY KINDA CAMPING! There were 160 of us and plenty of Mason's friends from preschool. In fact, Mason became part of a posse that played most of the weekend together. He would wonder from our campsite, pick up Adam at the next campsite, and go to the meeting place to pick up Blaze and AJ. They played and got so dirty I cannot describe in words the crap that was left in the bathtub when we got home and that was WITH a shower on Saturday. I am exhausted today, but functional. I am just so thankful for the weekend, for the trip, and for the memories (Grant set the picnic table on fire, but he usually does at some point). I was in the moment ALL WEEKEND and it was amazing. I made my target and enjoyed the success of it. Funny story - When I was prepping for the trip, (we went early, so we had to put together a couple meals) I was using a fair amount of Ziploc bags. I store them in the kitchen cupboard in a little section that Grant built for me. Because I was using so many, I just took them all out and left them on the floor to be easy to grab the size I wanted, etc. Well, Nolan came in and picked them all up and put them away. I took them out again. Nolan put them away again. I took them out again and Nolan came in, looked at me, furrowed his brow, put his shoulders back , looked up and said, "Mummy, don tak dese out again!!!! I put away dwo dimes alweady! Dis is quwap!!!!!" Translation??? "Mummy, don't take these out again! I put them away two times already! This is crap!" Guess I have to stop saying "crap" y'think??? Enjoy your week! Ang