We are going camping this weekend.
Who ever decided this was a fun activity? Let's pack up all our crap, drive into the woods and spend a weekend with 2 monkeys who are covered in dirt, lake water, and bug spray. Then, to celebrate our survival, let's sleep on the ground!
Not my idea of a good time, but it involves beer and marshmallows so I suck it up and do it once a year.
This year, our little adventure conflicts with Minnie's Girl Scout camping trip. And she would rather hang out with her friends than us.
So it begins. It's hard enough to share her with her mom. But more and more lately, we are having to share her with her friends too.
As the years go by, (so fast! I don't think anyone ever warned me how FAST kids grow up. I need to know these things! Don't save all your parenting pearls of wisdom for moms of newborns!) Minnie is going to have a lot of choices. I'm guessing there comes a time, more than likely once she can drive, that she's going to have the option of which house she spends her time in.
We live by The Schedule. But how long does that last? I can't see telling a teenager "No. You have to come over here. It's OUR night!"
I don't want her to always take the easy route though. I hope she doesn't just choose to stay with whichever parent she hates the least on any given day. She really has the opportunity to manipulate this system in the future. Mad at Mom? Just go to Dad's. Dad says you're grounded? Right back to Mom's.
So, for now we just stick to The Schedule. Don't like our rules? Tough. It's our night and you have to deal with us.
Don't want to go camping with us? Too bad. Because we like spending time with you, and the years that we have left to make your decisions for you are slipping by quickly.
So Minnie, pack up your sleeping bag and your little tween attitude, cuz we're taking this show on the road!