The Sun Was In My Eyes--Camping

Even the weather can affect fatherhood, hence the title of the post. We went camping this weekend. It was planned in advance, but without advance notice that this would be the hottest, most humid week of the entire summer. Though my wife had everything ready when I came home from work, and we made it to the campsite without any problems, we were hot and sweating no matter what we did. This resulted in much less patience, and even less capacity to reason or filter our words when challenges arose like what to do with the kids in the meantime. Actually, we did have some short tempers both when loading the car, then when unloading. We looked back on it later and realized that we did not know why we'd been so short with each other. "It must have been the heat," we concluded. We were blessed with an overcast and breezy evening which seemed to say, "I'll lighten up on you for the kids's sake." Although there was some measure of chaos getting everyone rinsed off (from sweat) and into bed, we did have a fun evening, especially going to sleep in an air-conditioned camper instead of a tent.