When you are the mom of only boys, you don’t get tea parties or nail painting. Nope. You get “I have a break from school and I want to go fishing and camping.”

So, if this post is a day late, it’s because I didn’t have Internet and my hot spot was not “hot”. (I got the dreaded Red X—no connections available. Nuts.)

Or that I froze to death.

r that a venomous snake came out of hibernation and got me.

Sweet dreams everyone…..

Camping to me is at minimum a cheap hotel. A quaint cabin perhaps.

Camping to me means there’s running water. 

Camping to me is a requirement because I’m a boy mom. 

Please believe me, I do want our boys to respect the land and always honor it.
But the thought of snakes, and various other wild creatures makes me a little nervous. 

I do remember the time that I took our youngest on his first campout at a Boy Scout Campsite, while he was only a Cub Scout. I was told, “Do not worry. Snakes don’t like people and they will stay away from all the campers.”
HA! Bald face liars. 

I can still see that huge black snake slithering across our path! He was so big that some of the older scouts “captured” him to put him on display so others could see him for the rest of the camping season. 

And, yes, for those of you who are “snake savvy”, it was a black snake, and I guess they are the good kind. But again, let me repeat, he was big and slimy and slithering along my path. 

Say a little prayer for campers everywhere…