I don't know about you, but I am through trying to pretend I like the same things the menfolk do. I don't really want to watch sports on TV. Ever. I don't mind going to an actual game. That is, if the weather is just right I will be happy to go to the game.
The older I get the more I like to stay inside. I know some of you are outdoorsy. Good for you.
I, however, am not. This means camping is a big NO for me.
When I got married to the Doc, he talked of going camping. I got the willies just thinking about it. I told him maybe someday he would have sons and they could go camping together.
Hold that thought.
As a kid, we camped at Yellowstone. I slept in the van because I just knew a bear was going to get into our tent.
When I was in college, I camped out one night in the middle of a float trip with friends from high school. It was really fun during the day. At night, I wanted a bathroom, a shower, some air-conditioning, a tent, and a guarantee that no creature great or small would come within 20 feet of me. None of these things happened. There was a raccoon invasion in the middle of the night and a poisonous snake swam through my legs when dragging the boat the next day. I won't go into my friend's canoe running into a cow and her frightful scream. I swore that would be my last camping trip.
Alas, it was not.
My last camping trip was in 1998 with the Doc. We had a teeny tiny borrowed tent and our cocker spaniel sleeping between us. In the middle of the night, a giant raccoon tried to invade our tent on my side and made threatening noises. You can only imagine my reaction. I did not sleep too well that night. Our tent was so small you were touching the outside no matter where you were.
The camp had some showers and I was thrilled. At least I could feel clean, right? My favorite part wasn't the ice cold water that ran through them. The wasps swarming above made the cold shower almost unnoticeable. Have I mentioned my love for bees and wasps?
Let's face it. There is one more little bit of information to share. When I see camping areas, I am also a little frightened of some of the people living in them.
I said it.
Now that we have two sons, I notice that the Doc's interest in camping has waned.
Guess what my boys have only done once?
Know where they camped?
A country club golf course.
The Doc is perfectly willing to set the tent up in our game room for campouts.
So... you tell me - why do we pretend to love camping?