We returned to our camp site with plenty of daylight left for a boat ride. Everyone pitched in to get dinner going in the dutch oven, and the boys gave me a night off of stress by allowing me to stay behind and read my "sex book". When I say "the night off of stress" I mean that in a way only a mother can understand. As I explained in volume one, having both my boys (or my eggs...as I call them) following behind us towing a boat is not exactly stress free. In addition, watching them launch a boat several times a day is not stress free. (one bummer about the campground, no boat docks to leave your boat at...we had to put it in and take it out every time we wanted to use it...bummer in one way...but great practice for the boys)...and lastly...watching your eggs gripping onto a tube as it flies through the air like a kite...not without maternal stress...
So yes...let me stay here and read my sex book.
But do I really deserve this reaction?
"Are you seriously going to the bathrooms to plug in your kindle so you can read that thing?"...(he says...as his mouth forms a hard line...I roll my eyes and bite my lower lip...which brings me to one more thought...maybe he'd be OK with all of this reading if I purchased myself a set of those brass balls Ana likes so much...good thing eBay's not an option today...unplugged...definitely not the book to be reading on a camping trip...in a pop up...with the family...)
one of many water breaks on the way up
That's Matt and Josh in the distance fishing...
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