4 am. Night from hell.
You know your kid has screamed too
Much when a fellow camper can be heard saying, 'oh come on!' They must not have kids. Except maybe they do because I feel the same way.
She just finished her third ...? (I've lost track) round of screaming- she apparently doesn't like camping as much as I do. Just when Jeremy and I are going to lose it- her cry slows and ends in one final protesting raspberry blow.... Pplllllllllleeeeeeeiuuuuuwwwwwwe and she's sound asleep.
We laugh. Goodnight. Maybe- except for now I gotta pee. *head desk...or head stump I suppose because there's not a desk out here in the woods.
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