Later this week I’m going camping for 4 days with a group of teenagers from my church and I have so many feelings. It’s the first time my husband and I will be leaving our son together for an extended amount of time, so there’s all the mom feels, and add to that a whole lot of tent sleeping and you might say I’m feeling a little stressed on this Monday. Luckily, our friends at Olive Avenue like making my life easy by dressing me adorably without even trying hard which is great, because currently, all of my trying is going toward trying not to think about snakes. And spideeeees. And other things that might eat me. Also, the non-showering and the sleeping on rocks. Really, the only thing keeping my blood-pressure in check with this whole thing is some Olive Avenue denial shopping and thoughts of all the s’mores I will be consuming whilst camping. Isn’t there a saying that goes something like, “After the rainstorm there’s always a rainbow, after being dumb and choosing to sleep in a tent all night when you have a perfectly good bed at home there’s always s’mores?” Ya. I’m pretty sure that’s how it goes.