Recently, Aaron bought a tent, and then, I slept in a tent… in my living room. I feel like if we’ve met, or if you’ve just been reading this blog here for any length of time at all, you probably know how against I am about doing things outdoors.

This is the reason that I have only been camping one other time. One time that was horrible and I hated. I’m also quite sure that the outdoors hates me back… trees and I do not mesh.

But good news. Now I have another experience to add to the horrible camping list. Wouldn’t you just assume that sleeping in the living room would make it a pleasant experience? Or at the very least, you would think that it went ok… right?

Well, I ended up ditching Aaron, the dog, and the tent and sleeping in the bedroom instead.

I really didn’t want it to end this way, but there was nothing I could do. I was SO uncomfortable, my back and my hips had turned against me. I woke up in the morning feeling guilty and ashamed…

Mostly because I am so damn high maintenance and I can’t even pretend I’m not. Secondly, because the husband (with his bad back) was still sleeping on the living room floor. At least I am remaining true to the person he married… right? right. No, “you’ve changed!” over here.

Clearly I am the only one in the house not about the whole tent situation…. Maybe camping will never be for me? Kalie had a blast, wanted to do it every night, but then still went to bed with me. That is right people, she abandoned her post as soon as the bed heater turned on.

This is a lesson for all:
You cannot count on a female to make it through the night with only one pillow.

✌🏻 Amanda

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