I love not camping.

I'm terrified of camping in any way, shape, or form.

So what did I do this weekend?

Why, take 40 college students camping, of course.

I actually went to cook.

And by "cook" I mean "stop at Alfredo's and pick up dinner."

Apparently camping with college kids includes pulling really hard on ropes, throwing random things into camp fires, and consuming large quantities of food.

I'm cool with that.

It does not include sleeping on a pillow-top mattress (or any mattress, for that matter) and 400 thread-count sheets.  

After a little pep talk to myself I was cool with that too.

I am honored and thrilled to be a surrogate mother to these students.  

If Mia and Bode grow up to be just like them, that would be perfectly fine with me.