T-minus five days and counting. We have the tent. We now have a lantern. We also have s’more supplies. That pretty much covers it, don’t you think?
For those of you who wonder why we become pessimistic when it comes to planning family getaways, I present you with the Griswold Family Vacation Disasters (A History).
We haven’t failed until we give up, right? Somebody tell me I’m right. Given our history, you would think we would just let it go and chalk it up to one of those things we’re just not good at, but no, not us – we keep trying.
We’re looking forward to the weekend, as the weather is supposed to be practically perfect. I’ve got a substitute for my Sunday School class. We’re not taking any computers or other work. It’s just going to be the six of us, communing with nature for two-and-a-half days. It’s going to be glorious.
I’m totally setting us up here, you realize this. I’m sure there will be some story to tell next Sunday. I’m hoping it is how we all caught up on three years’ worth of lost sleep and made up for a lifetime of relational struggle by skipping through the woods arm in arm singing “Kum Ba Ya” together. I’m hoping it isn’t how we caught our tent on fire with our propane Coleman lantern.