I wasn't always a "big city" girl.* Several of my formative years were spent running around barefoot eating pig corn straight off the stalk and using packhouses as playhouses in a tiny town called Bunnlevel. You would think that my continued ability to walk across gravel without shoes on would mean I'm a country girl at heart. I should love the sound of crickets and spending time sitting outside and being dirty.
But I don't. I take pleasure in air conditioning and designer coffee. I don't want to sweat and I definitely can't handle having to search my body for ticks. I only frequent restaurants with wifi access and am constantly connected to the web. I wash my hands religiously and cannot stand having dirty feet.
Therefore, I will soon be in my own fresh hell. We're camping this weekend (though we have two full-time house sitters, so burglars can look elsewhere). Like, in the forest camping. With bugs. And no internet. The good part is Bella will turn 3 while doing her favorite thing. The bad part is her favorite thing is running wild in the woods. *sigh*
Any prayers, good vibes, strength, or patience you can send my way will be much appreciated.
*Big city is subjective. Yes, I live in a small town, but I did live in Boston for several years (and I fit in like a pig in mud). So get off my back.