Only one day left until our highly-anticipated return to nature! The dusty camping gear has been dragged out, new sleeping bags have been purchased and the all-important canned beer (a certified redneck camping necessity) is in the fridge. With the amount of running around and preparation that we have done in the past few days, hubby and I are very excited by the prospect of ‘slumming it’ for a weekend.
In a perfect world, we would all be able to leave for vacation, camping trips or move houses without ever having to lift a finger. Alas, my little utopia of laziness exists only in my mind…or in the lives of the rich at famous (fat chance there). I am always astounded by the amount of work that goes into relaxing - several days of preparation for a mere few days in the woods or on the beach, followed by several days of post-escape laundry and cleanup. It hardly seems worth it. Why do we do it to ourselves? Because it’s a change of pace and scenery; because the grass is always greener on the other side and, to a certain degree, we’re all gluttons for punishment.
How soon we forget the rigmarole when we’re seated is paradise, drink in hand, loved-one at our side, with not a care in the world.
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