Yuppie Camping

 A week ago my husband took our four year old son camping with a few other preschoolers and their families.  But I did not go.  Because I do not camp.  But I stopped by for dinner and s'mores.  I have to say, I was shocked at how not camping this camping was.

It was 5 minutes off of a major highway with a Target a mile down the road.  The campground had CLEAN BATHROOMS WITH SOAP AND A SHOWER.  Hell, I probably could have camped there.  And I don't camp.  Ever.

Except when I arrived there was this camping bureaucracy because our group had too many parking passes and they couldn't give me a parking pass but okay they will give me a parking pass but I can't actually park because we have too many cars per camp site.  Okay?  Lady, it is camping, there are car rules? 

But once we figured that problem out and I got there there were s'mores.  And glow sticks.  Another parent had a brilliant idea to bring the kids glow sticks so we could see them when they ran around in the dark.  They loved it.  It was like Christmas!  I think.  I'm Jewish.

Michael had a blast, declaring this better than the "Mickey boat."  I'll tell you one thing, it was cheaper.  But we had enough supplies for a Disney Cruise.  They camped for one night and the amount of crap that was brought was unbelievable.  This was not roughing it.

At 8 pm the kids were put to bed and I bid the crew good night and came home, enjoying wine and tivo.  At 10 pm I talked to Doug and he said the kids were still all up and the grown ups were going to bed.  I chuckled and said I would see him in an hour.

But no, they camped.  And Michael loved it.  Except from what I understand there was not much sleeping. 

So maybe I can camp, but only if it is yuppie camping.  And next time I'm bringing wine.  And I want my own tent.

Adapted for DC Metro Moms from Jodi's personal blog jodifur.  Jodi writes, a lot, about being a wife, mother, attorney, and everything in between.  You can also follow Jodi on twitter.