I don't camp

In Paul Blart: Mall Cop, (Have you seen that movie?  Go watch it.  And the sequel.) Paul Blart says a few times that he doesn't drink.

He's at a party and says, "This lemonade is insane!"

Then his friend tells him that it is because it is a margarita.  So poor Paul gets unwittingly drunk.

Later, when he ends up with a tattoo on his back, he says, "It's the Loch Ness monster.  I don't drink."

I keep thinking about that with Girls' Camp happening next week.  All the plans are moving forward.  It's taken over my life and I dream about Girls' Camp, but here's the thing:  I don't camp.

I have anxiety about leaving my boys behind.  (Don't forget to water the plants, Braeden.  Also, keep your brother alive.)  I have anxiety about it all going smoothly and everyone getting along and staying healthy and safe.  I have anxiety that I'm in charge.

And then that detail:  I don't camp.

I am I-can't-even-explain-the-extent grateful that Adam is going with me.  His very presence is a comfort.  He's funny and a good go with the flow type person.  He keeps a cool head and knows how to set up a tent and start a fire.

He may have to bar the door (tent flap?) to make sure I don't make a run for the nearest hotel.  He's up to the challenge.  I will go.  I will do my best.

But if I show up with a tattoo of the Loch Ness monster on my back, remember you heard it here first.

I don't camp.