The dashingly handsome sidekick (DHS) is going to football camp in Boise, ID, and since I'm madly in love, I'm following him ... and dragging our five kids along with me.
I have this habit of going with my DHS on trips whenever I can. If I'm allowed to go and we can afford for me to go, I go. And the kids come too, of course.
When we lived in China, I got sort of a reputation for following my husband on insane trips. The one I took every year was to a seaside town called Qingdao. At our school in China there was no American football team, so the DHS coached basketball. The big basketball tournament between our network of schools was in Qingdao, so we'd take an overnight train there and back, and I'd always go with babies in tow.
I won't mention how difficult this trip was-- traveling all night there and back with a host of high school and middle school students, with a night in between at a Qingdao hotel. I won't mention the time my son fell out of second-story train bunk bed on his head, or the mad rush to get off the train at our destination because we only had two minutes to get EVERYONE off the train, including all our baggage and fifty-plus sleepy students (not to mention my slumbering infants).
Those were the days, I tell you. I was young and brave and incredibly fit. I had to be, hauling children and bags off a train at four in the morning. (Good grief! What was a thinking?)
Now that we're back in the comfortable United States, I'm keeping up the tradition by following the DHS to Boise State University football camp. In America we do things the easy way, though. No overnight trains, just a packed up mini-van. My mother- and father-in-law are also going, as is my sister-in-law and her brood, and a close family friend and her daughter. We're all staying together in a hotel. A hotel with an indoor swimming pool that's walking distance from the Bronco stadium.
Should be a blast!
Apparently there's a WiFi at the hotel, so I shouldn't be out of touch ... but just in case, see you Sunday!
And just out of curiosity, do you think I'm crazy?