Friday I entered a different kind of hell. I went camping with a 4-year-old. Though it wasn’t our first camping adventure, every time with a 4-year-old is like the first time. Now, when I say camping I’m not referring to a tent and the hard ass ground. I’m referring to a fully furnished RV with A/C and a pantry stocked full of wine. That’s how Momma camps.
The Monster had a wonderful time as we walked nature trails (which I don’t advise doing when you have merlot pulsating through your veins) Just take it from me. Deer, squirrel and rabbits all walked up within inches of us. It was the perfect outdoor adventure for him and the perfect get away for me..