Elk Camp 2013

This post might just drop jaws but I'm ok with that, I figure I'm 8 months pregnant and entitled to have a melt down every now and then. I have come to despise the elk hunt; there I said it now someone hurry and shoot me! I only go for support because it's my husband and son's passion, the one thing they look forward to and dream about every year. Let me just say if I didn't love them both as much as I do, I would rather be raped by an elk than go on this chaotic trip. Once July hits in our household the topic of conversation seems to revolve around "the elk hunt." I seldomly get to poop in our house uniterrupted as is but when you have a 13 year old yelling something about washing his clothes in scentless detergent through the door it really just makes you want to put some camo on and track for miles through the woods in the pelting rain. I actually might enjoy "the hunt" more if it wasn't so much work for the women. We are the constant caregivers/entertainers for all the kids, we cook, eat, and clean up around the men's hunting schedules. I'm not saying the men don't do anything because they do and their sole purpose for being there is to KILL. If it weren't for being able to kill elk some of our kids mind come up missing. It simply isn't what most women would consider a relaxing weekend trip espeically after you've cleaned out poopy undies from your 3 year old deciding to poop in the woods, scraped mud from every nook, cranny, and crevice and have frozen your (<<<<< insert bad word here) off. Will I continue on this hunting journey absolutely because let's face it LOVE makes us do crazy things.