Oh.My.Gosh.

I took my Brownie troop camping this past weekend. I'm so happy this is past tense. As Daisy Scouts last year, we could not go camping, much to my relief. My camping skills are nonexistant. Brad got a big laugh out of the idea of me attempting this feat. So, I had all required camping training through the Girl Scouts - HOURS of it, and all it did was increase my anxiety levels. Square knots and make-shift slings?? My head about exploded.

I put most, not all, of that anxiety aside and 6 out of the 12 girls in my troop and I, along with my co-leader, headed to Camp. I was a mess the 2 weeks leading up to the trip. All the packing, Girl Scout required paperwork, and worries over these 6 year olds being away from Mom reeked havoc on my poor fingernails. I've bitten my nails for 30+ years and have been fairly successful in quitting (Finally!) until this trip came up.

On the ride up I was literally shoving pretzels in my mouth just from the nervous energy. Note: I HATE pretzels. I'd rather go hungry than eat them.

We bunked with 3 other troops in a cabin. I was told the cabin was the nicest accommodations there, and we got it since my girls were the only first graders from Brentwood to attend (Yay us). Hmmm.... the leaky shower and funky floors made me think otherwise. Remember - I've never been camping in my life. There were 40 girls and 10 leaders total in this cabin, and it was pure chaos. The girls were up until 11pm, WAY past their bedtimes, and I finally fell asleep at 2am. My co-leader and I were in a room by ourselves next to the only bathroom. Girls were in there all night, and the shower dripped water on the cement floor relentlessly. It was some form of sleep deprivation torture. And, all parties up at 5am! 40 girls in one room = one up, all up. My head was pounding.

The mattresses, and I use this term very loosely, were about 2 inches thick. Fine if you're a newborn, but not so good for grown adults. I slept on top of my sleeping bag, which was purchased solely because of this trip, for a little extra comfort, therefore I froze. I had Georgia's coat on my feet, another girl's towel around my middle, and my sweater on my shoulders. Aww, sweet dreams came easily that night (NOT!).

The day went like this: Breakfast, flag raising ceremony, 3 legged race, tug-of-war, hay dive, egg race, pee break, swinging bridge, trail, lunch, horse loving and groomin, crafts, tie-dye, then home. This was all between the hours of 8am-3pm. I was literally throwing stuff in my car to get the heck out of there. Don't get me wrong, everyone had a great time, but I was in serious need of a hot shower and bed.

Oh, and that swinging bridge part. Remember I don't like elevators and trams, well swinging bridges are on that same list. I envisioned rainbows and unicorns as I crossed - twice nonetheless.

We all survived. The anxiety and preparation were worth it. My troop got shout-outs from other troops for doing such a great job their first time around. They really were super little girls out there. It was magical and all that which is required for perfect scrapbooking.

I seriously have no idea how people tent camp. Too bad we won't be the youngest girls there every year!