I realized something about my husband today. So, I really hope he reads this post.
We all know that I can be a little obsessive at times. OK, maybe a lot obsessive. When I get into something, I can go a little overboard and become a little crazy. Like, researching my kids’ allergy problems, or wondering if that lump on the side of their head is cancerous. When I was pregnant the first time I was the mom that read ALL the books. And, I worried about every horrific outcome of child labor. I wanted to start blogging, so I started 4 blogs. You get the idea.
I’ve always felt a little embarrassed about my obsessive nature around my husband. He’s so cool and laid back about everything. At least, that’s what I thought. Until I had an epiphany yesterday. He obsesses too. Just about stuff that really doesn’t make me think at all.
My sister is coming into town this week, and while she is here, we are going to head up to Yellowstone. Since it is far away, this will require me to do one of my least favorite activities. Camping. Amongst grizzlies.
When the idea was first presented, I basically said, “Fine if everyone else wants to” to the whole idea of camping. For me, it’s not about getting dirty, or being in nature, or having hair that smells like campfire. I don’t mind those things that much. The camping thing boils down to two things for me that cause me to hate it.
Sleeping and Peeing.
I’m not a good sleeper by nature, so put me on the ground in an uncomfortable tent, with nature chirping in my ears, and little people wiggling next to me, and forget it. And, I almost ALWAYS have to pee in the middle of the night. I do not want to unzip a tent, and hike to a bathroom at 2 am with a flashlight in order to pee. Nor do I want to squat down and pee by my campsite. Call me spoiled, or whatever, but for me, camping all comes down to those two things. That’s why the camping trip we did last year was perfect. I camped as a kid and loved it.
So, in the planning of this trip, I have been completely uninvolved. My husband, on the other hand has become obsessed. With sleeping bags, and gear, and tents, and campsites, and food, etc. etc. He asks me questions like, “Do you want to sleep in the car?” and I answer them, but as far as the planning goes? I sadly don’t care. I’m being forced to pee outside and sleep on the ground. I just want to get through it. And hopefully not get eaten alive by a grizzly.
He wants to start planning a trip like this (which is for one night) a month in advance. He asks my advice, and I reply, “I don’t care”. Because, again, I just want to get through it. I’m trying to get excited, because Yellowstone is beautiful. I just don’t want to sleep there.
I am excited to see how excited the kids will get. We all know Kyle loves to pee outside. And, I will have my precious sister and her family with me. So that will be fun. Cousins and camping create happy memories for the kids.
But, my point of this post is to prove that my husband can be obsessive too. Like calculating gas mileage and square footage of tents, and how we will boil water and stuff. I stopped listening after, “I got some firewood and….”
I will be in charge of making sure my kids don’t drown or get eaten by a grizzly. You go ahead and be all manly and stuff with your camping gear. I will be sitting in a camping chair soaking up the campfire smoke trying to be happy so everyone else won’t think I’m no fun.
Because, I AM fun. I promise. I like the togetherness and the s’mores and the outdoors. I just don’t want to sleep and pee in it.
I am really glad he is obsessive about some things. Otherwise, if I was in charge of the trip, we’d all end up on one of those shows like, “I shouldn’t be alive”. Where I’ve always joked that I would die in the first 5 minutes. I literally think I have no survival skills.
I could maybe eat my young.