Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Day 1-2: Settling into our "tent, sweet, tent"

The first night of camping is usually a disaster, even when it goes well. All the setting up and organizing and whatnot. If you hate camping but have only done it for one night, I’m not surprised.

The second day, though, you get to just sit back and enjoy.

I told Steve that I feel like we’ve just moved into the most perfect 5000 square foot home. Yes, it’s all outdoors. But it’s all here. The picnic table for games and art. The "kitchen" table for food items. Campfire. The perfect flooring: The kids can’t possibly damage or stain it. A little training potty into the woods is our bathroom for Simone. The boys go the typical boy way. =)

It feels really exciting to set up this ridiculous housekeeping process.  Yes, we've been camping before. But never for three weeks.  There's a different style to it. 

I think so much of stress is about the same old stressor in our lives. That might be why there’s sometimes competition about stressors. Who has more children...younger children...who works or doesn't work....whose husband is gone more or more emotionally uninvolved.  We think if we could just change our stress to a new one, all would be well.   But actually, that novelty can help take away the burden of it.  Maybe that's why cleaning a friend's house seems more fun than my own?

Maybe that’s why I like novelty. Because if you switch things up enough, stress disappears. It's new and exciting...and when it stops being new and exciting, you can either do it a whole new way or shift gears completely.

Right now, I am loving the lack of home tasks. Yes, food takes 20 times as long. If coffee sounds good, I have to plan enough in advance to start the actual fire. :) But there’s something primal and cool about that. Making food on the fire is a triumph. I...made...fire!

Steve isn’t here tonight, so I’ve got the kids solo in the tent overnight. Right now, I’m unbelievably exhausted from having 8 hours of sleep across 2 nights. Moving and cleaning out the old place kept me up too late.

But even with that....even now...having the kids be able to dump food all over the ground – paint without worrying about spills – track muddy feet all over the place – hang wet clothes on tree branches....

Well, it seems like a spa vacation.

The only thing that might make it better is a post-move massage. I think that’s on the agenda this week.

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