After brainstorming "How can we live at Family Camp forever" and failing to come up with a solid plan, we reluctantly said good-bye to Camp Tejas yesterday afternoon. We drug our tired bodies in the front door of our house and quickly began the process of doing absolutely nothing. This morning I sat on the couch and watched every single family member surface from their post-Family Camp coma.
"I feel like someone is squeezing my legs really tight." -- Ashton
"It hurts to breathe. I can barely move." -- Hayden
"My entire body hurts. It hurts so bad, there is no way I can do school today." -- Anson (insert eye roll from his mother)
"Can you massage my back, mom? It feels like it is about to fall off." -- Anson
"I wish I could have experienced camp with less of my body." -- Aaron
Hudson woke up running a fever. These people are falling apart over here. I have no idea what's wrong with my family. I mean - it's not like they did anything physical this weekend. Such a mystery.
Laugh at your friends, and if your friends are sore; So much the better, you may laugh the more. -- Henry Ward Beecher