They Want To Take Me Glamping

Sparkles wants me and the kids to join her when she takes the kids on her annual camping trip this summer.  I told her no.

Boy, that could be the shortest blog post ever.

But then, she recruited two of her friends that I think are the Awesome Sauce, to work on me, too.

I hemmed and hawed.  But, after a glass of wine, I said “Sure!”

The next morning, I regretted that decision.

Not the wine.

The agreeing to the camping.

You see, I am not a camper.  In fact, if anything, I think of myself as more of a glamper.

“What’s glamping?”, you ask?  Let me help you out here. According to Mr. Google,  glamping is “luxury camping.”

Like, this here.  Is this what you meant, Sparkles? Because if it is, then this is totally what I’m talkin’ about!


Right about now, Captain Ahab is spitting out his Dr. Pepper and exclaiming, “What the what?!  She is totally a camper!”

Nope.  I’m not.  I only pretended, Dad, because I loved spending time with you!  So there.  (Why, yes, I am 41.)

Anywho, Sparkles and Company convinced me that we would have So Much Fun because the kids would all entertain each other, and, nature! We’d only be a short walk to proper “facilities”, if you’re trackin’ me.  (I’ve determined that to be no more than 5 feet from my tent.) They also lured me with offers of hot coffee each morning and cold beverages each night.  One of these dears even promised that I wouldn’t have to set up my own tent. (And, for everyone involved’s sanity, I am totally holding her to that one.) And look, nature!

Throw in all the talk of smores, and you can easily see how I was sold.


So, sometime around the end of summer, I may or may not survive a camping trip that includes my two children, no husband, some friends, and a LOT of chocolate, marshmallows, and graham crackers. And adult beverages.

(Plus, I have three months to figure out how to rig a fan up without electricity, relearn how to fall asleep in a sleeping bag shaped like a cocoon, and develop a thing-a-ma-bob that emits a sound that only bears and coyotes and snakes and bugs and spiders can hear and not like, thus forcing them to go find another campsite to visit.  Easy peezy. I’ll keep you posted. )

Yes indeedy!

23 thoughts on “They Want To Take Me Glamping

  1. LOL!!!!!!!! all this photo is missing is whine chilling by the hot MALE nanny we have helping out with the kids in the morning:) Looking foward to it sunshine! XXXO

    • I don’t know about the help you speak of, but someone to be on hand to give a hand with any slithery crawly things would be mighty nice! 😉

  2. The only issue that you may have is that your Sweetboy may LOVE it and beg and beg you to take him camping again! Can’t wait to hear stories from this trip 🙂

  3. Ok,Well now, Captain Ahab may have spit out his Dr Pepper BUT the Nana is so with you on the glamping!!!! But then there is the friends…. so that experience alone is worth the try ONCE! It’s only one time and as Capt. says try it if you don’t like it don’t do it again you’re and adult. But kudos to hubby for staying home, I’m with him… kidding, just kidding. I think it will be fun, just take
    a Big flashlight to the facilities!!!!!

  4. Oh I’m so jealous that your friend was able to convince you and I wasn’t! 😦 But you are going to have SO MUCH FUN!!! Yes, it will be dirty. Yes, you will be sweaty. Yes, there will be bugs. But if you can get over that, it really is a lot of fun. Great friends, coffee, BEvERages and s’mores…seriously, what else do you need?!?!

    • Listen, sister, I said yes because THESE people are truly not normally camping folk IRL. You, on the other hand, might just have been born in a tent on a zip line. So, I’m not taking any chances with you! 😉 (Feel free to join us with the girls. I’ll even share my BEvERage with ya’.)

  5. Good luck to you my friend. I’m sure you will have a lovely time.

    That’s what I say to be nice, but camping? Are you kidding me?? Sleeping on the ground in a tent???

    The thought of glamping is looking better by the moment.

    I’ve only spent one night in a tent (outside) in my entire life. I slept for about an hour, total. I’m not very good in nature, but you’re going with friends and I’m sure it will be a blast. Just don’t get eaten by a bear, okay. Oh, and think of the blog posts that will come out of that trip. You know you’ll have stories!

    • Girl, I’ve got blog posts already started. They just need an ending (and a middle that is way more positive than how I’m writing it currently!!)

  6. Sounds like a wonderful adventure!! As long as there’s coffee and chocolate, I’m in!! LOL!

    PS: I sent my son a battery operated fan and plenty of those cooling neck bands (to share) when he was in Afghanistan. You have plenty of time to plan to make your trip a little more comfortable. 😉

  7. Oh my word, friend, we are so sisters from another mister. I have no desire — none, zip, zilch, nada — to camp. I think I’d like it for the two hours sitting by the fire with s’mores and wine. After that, I need my bed. I have enough trouble sleeping on a king pillowtop, let alone in a tent with bugs! 🙂 Have fun!

    • Okay, seriously, Missy. You, Monica and me – all sisters. I’m totally convinced. I’m with both of you on this one. We even own something that would be considered a “glamper” and I can barely tolerate that. But “real” camping? Oh, good gracious, my dear. Good luck to you. But as long as you’re with the ones you love, you’ll do fine. Can’t wait to hear all about it.

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