day 171: success

I wasn't sure if I would.

But I did. We did.

We went on a camping trip without Daddy.

And survived.

Packed the truck, all by myself.

With nothing flying out and hitting an unsuspecting semi on the highway ride there.

Set up the tent, 95% by myself, and most likely in record time.

The girls had bugged me for months to "pleeeease take us camping!".

They are used to 3 camping weekends a year. With Daddy.

So one, without, sufficed for now.

There were skinned knees and a campfire and smores and walks in the woods and bee stings and hours in the pool.

All things to be checked off that list before Daddy comes home.