I've teenaged daughters. If there isn't a mall there, it would be a vacation for me except for all the whinging about "I'm bored".
I can so relate to that. I made the mistake
of taking my wife, son and daughter camping for our
vacation one year. I'm talking real camping, in a tent,
with sleeping bags, campfire and the whole nine. This was
up in Maine on Lake Damariscotta. Keep in mind that while
some folks get to pay really good money for the privelege
of camping up there, since we were staying on my cousin's
property we got to stay for free.
The first morning we were there, my wife got up and was
all set to wash her face, wash her hair, etc. etc. The
normal things a woman does when she gets up in the morning
when staying in a five star hotel. She asks me
"where do I wash my face?" I point to the lake
and she gets a horrified look on her face.
The list of complaints also included:
- Where do I plug in my hair curler iron and dryer?
(my daughter)
- When do the bugs all stop making noise?
- Where's the mall?
- I can't stand smelling like bug repelant.
And on it went all week. So, now camping consists of a
27 foot long RV trailer.
Peter L. Berghold -- Unix Professional
Peter -at- Berghold -dot- Net; AOL IM redcowdawg Yahoo IM: blue_cowdawg
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Surely, you are a braver man than I! Convincing my wife to go camping
In our "younger years" my wife was quite amicable to
such activities. I think it is significant to note that
the last time before the Maine incident she went camping
(and quite happily I might add) was when she was 6 months
pregnant with my elder child. That was in 1978.
I'm convinced there is a correlation between her being a
mother and her deciding camping is "icky."
Peter L. Berghold -- Unix Professional
Peter -at- Berghold -dot- Net; AOL IM redcowdawg Yahoo IM: blue_cowdawg
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