Oh Hell No

First a little background information:

My husband was born and raised in the country. He grew up hunting, fishing, four-wheeling and water skiing in the river.

 

I grew up in the mountains by one of the most beautiful lakes in the world. We went back packing, hiking, snow skiing andd enjoyed all kinds of outdoor living.

Now we live in the city. Two hours from either hometown. Our kids have grown up in a different enviorment. But we still try to give them some of the joys of the great outdoors. Which includes taking them camping whenever we can.

We have been camping with the kids all of their lives. Last weekend, my husband and I got to go camping together (without children) up by the coast. It was wonderful. And in a couple of weeks, we are taking them all down to the Redwoods to camp. 

There is a campground that my husband likes taking the kids to because it is only about 45 minutes away. I have gone there once and, pretty much, I don't plan on ever going again. Why? The lake is man-made created by a damn and not like my lake. It doesn't have sand, it has dirt. It just doesn't seem to be very clean. 

Okay, I admit, I am a lake snob. My husband calls me that, and I am. 

Enough background.

My husband and my three younger children have gone camping to that campground. And I am home with my two older boys. Which is almost like being home alone since they are usually doing their own thing. Yesterday, I spent a great deal of time getting the campers all packed up to go while my husband took the younger ones to the fair. He came home, they switched vehicles and were gone. I right away starting working. 

I began in my daughter's room. I think she needs to watch the show Hoarders. I am bagging up clothes that are too small, getting rid of trash, washing and putting away clothes. And de-cluttering. I also started going through my youngest son's clothes, bagging up his old, grown out of clothes.


I am loving this alone time. Life is good.


Well my husband calls later on that night, after they had set up camp and eaten dinner. He says to me "You should really come out and here and join us" 

And I reply

Now I am sure that some of you have gasped and figure that I am now in trouble.

But my husband laughed with me. And he continued on with the conversation, telling me about the camp site and how the kids were really helpful, etc.

I finally said to him
"Why aren't you mad at me?"

And he told me that he knows that I have no interest in coming out there and he was only joking when he asked.

I said "No, not about that. But because I said oh hell no. Don't you think that was disrespectul?"

And he told me that he didn't care that I said that. We were just laughing and joking around. In no way did he feel that I was disobeying or being disrespectful. He says that I am who I am and he is not going to be bothered by that kind of talk. Plus this was a conversation between just the two of us, not like I was cussing in front of the kids.

Now, truth be told, if in a middle of an "discussion" I said "oh hell no" or "f--k you" I would be in trouble

Why am I telling you this? I just want to give some credit to my husband. He can laugh and kid around with me. He isn't uptight about little things. He still sees me as his partner. He loves that I am feisty and sassy. I really love my playful man. And I am so glad that ttwd hasn't changed him into being someone else.

I LOVE YOU HONEY. ALWAYS AND FOREVER, NO MATTER WHAT.

And Honey, thanks for accepting me as a lake snob.