Outdoorsy Ashley

Tomorrow I leave to go camping on an island with 3 other women and our 6 children. Now that the plans are made and the car is packed...I am questioning my judgment. Seriously so.

I do not *love* camping. I like camping, and only if all goes well. I prefer camping with restaurants and hotels within a safe driving distance. A boat is dropping us off on an island and there's no returning prematurely or room service.

I hate sandy sheets. There will be a lot of sand involved, I'm guessing.

6 kids is a lot of kids. Like, 6 too many.

I know for a fact there are alligators on this island. I am not a fan of alligators at all.

 If it rains, I will die. Instantly. No exaggeration. I'm more worried about rain than alligators.

They are bringing tequila, but there's no room for juice or soda. If Mexico taught me anything, it's to avoid tequila. Mexico taught me that on two separate vacations, so I definitely got the message. This lack of room for soda is a problem for a coke addict. In fact, I am sneaking two cans of coke in my backpack in case of emergency. If we somehow get trapped out there forever and I have to eat my fellow campers, I'm washing them down with a can of coke.

However, they're all awesome, adventurous, seriously outdoorsy, sporty kind of people. So they should know how to put my tent up. I hope. And this is the sort of thing that the "Woman I Want to Be" would go do. So I'm going to go do it!

Wish me luck!