A nice weekend to the woods with your stressed mom. Minus your deadbeat dad.

*We see the camp site approaching, thankful to soon get out out the car after the 2 hour drive and stretch.* 
“Thanks again sweetie for driving me, and sorry your shit head of a father didn’t come. He was supposed to but said he had ‘Other obligations’ he’s prolly sleeping with some tiny 19 year old with a better body. That fucking asshole.”
*Hopping out of the truck, stretching my arms up as high as they can go. A soft groan escapes as I stretch, my shirt riding up slightly, showing my stomach slightly*

*Stretching as I get out*
“No worries Mom, and honestly it’s fine. I know how set everything up and what we have for supplies so it’s ok. And I don’t mind spending the weekend with just you. I’m gonna set the tent up now.
*Getting the tent and supplies from the truck, setting it up with efficiency, next working on the campfire before it gets too dark*

*Taking all the food and other things into the tent as he gets the fire set up*
“Umm sweetie, slight problem. We grabbed the box with one large blow up mattress in it. Not the two separate ones.”

*Finishing the fire as she says this, going inside to check myself*
“Shit.. uhhh we can make something work I guess. Nothing we can do about it now. Regardless the fire is ready.”
*Grabbing the two camping chairs and setting them by the fire. Falling back into one to finally relax.*

Camping trip with Mom