Camping

I think Mr. Incredible just realized how much he is going to miss me while I'm away at camp.  He asked me yesterday if I'd like to go camping the night we get back.  Because he wants to spend time together.  Now, it's awful sweet of him, so I don't really want to say no.

But there are lots of other reasons I do want to say no.  For example, I'd have just spent a week with 18 teenagers, I'd like the peace and quiet of my own home.  I'll miss my home.  My clothes will need to be washed.  I'd like to sleep in my own bed again. Etc, etc, etc.

But I do love Mr. Incredible.  And I love spending time with him.  So I probably won't tell him these things, because I know he won't think of them on his own.

And we'll go camping.

And I'll have fun.

And I'll just sleep in my bed on Saturday.  What's one more day, right?