I love Boy Scouting!

I didn't always love it... as a matter of fact there were many years as a Cub Scout Den Leader/Committee Chairperson/Cubmaster that I was downright crabby about the whole system.  Suffice it to say that we had a little experience with a well timed Cub Scout lesson and a thwarted kidnapping attempt - Ta-dah... instant improvement in my attitude... and my "fun factor"  NOW I love Scouting...

You know why???  huh huh huh?

Could it be because for a few days those two wonderful teenaged urchins of mine - are all their problem!!!  (okay... maybe so...)

Now that isn't saying I don't love the stinkers - I do...  I just think they need to appreciate things around here a little more.  Like plumbing.

I certainly work hard enough to get them off on these little adventures...  you know each of those boys has to have a huge list full  o' stuff packed into those wee little bags of theirs.  It's a good thing that ManOfTheHouse is a camping guru because I might not have known otherwise that it was possible to have a sleeping bag that squished down to the size of a loaf of bread.  If it were left up to me those boys would have probably left for their camping experience toting my rolling suitcase and wearing Converse.  I kid you not that a fellow camper of theirs brought an inflatable king sized air mattress a few years back - without M.O.T.H.'s input that could have been MY comfortable child in his own huge tent because nobody else fit - Phew, close call!

OOOooooh, learned a new lesson today - did you know that at 13 and 15 you are officially too old to have your mother ask if you'd packed a spare pair of BVD's???  Well, folks - here's MY take on that rule... if you're young enough that you have to ask your mother what BVD's are - then she can ask about yours any time.

So boys - enjoy your camping experience - learn lots of things about how to start a fire with just two sticks and a lightning strike...  and be grateful that your father was home to make sure you took the biodegradable bar soap instead of the pump soap I was thinking would be quite handy.  and Shhhh... just tell him that your tin-foil dinner worked out just fine!!!

I mean really - I think that folding a frozen pizza in half and wrapping it in aluminum foil counts as a tin foil dinner right???  It was that or hot pockets...  (seriously - with one being a budding vegetarian and the other being a hopeless carnivore we only have so many tin foil options guys!!!)  It's like Jack Sprat and his wife around here when those two eat!  Of course when I call them that they always insist that they are NOT the wife part of that equation.  Whatever - they won't starve... they packed plenty of snacks!

just two more nights without the big boys.... and ManOfTheHouse joins them tomorrow to teach the scout troop all about Orienteering... (you know, the compass junk... as if they don't all have GPS enabled gadgets now)... come Saturday night I think I'm going to deserve a night out - besides, my built-in babysitters will have returned and showered by then!  One thing's for certain - they'll have clean BVD's ready for them when they come home because doing laundry is SO much more fulfilling when the pile isn't growing faster than I can wash.  (I know, I know... they're piling it up out there and I am going to HATE Saturday Night!)