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Just the Ticket for Sleeping in the Woods...

So, we're settled in here up in the U.P. (that would be the Upper Peninsula for all da' non-Yoopers out dere in dat dere cyberwhatchamacallit...) aka the North Woods. No one can be certain 'cuz' there is absolutely no concept of time here whatsoever, but I think this is our 5th trip here. And let me just reiterate one last time. You can take Princess Peg out of the city, but you can't take the city out of Princess Peg.

I have adapted far better than I thought I would to our accommodations this trip, however, a fact which I attribute partially to alcohol and partially to Tylenol PM (No, I am not kidding, and yes, I do know that this site is sponsored by Disney!). When I learned, much to my concern, that my Big Strong Man and I would be sleeping in the cabin that has no electric and certainly no indoor plumbing, I immediately went into a state of panic. You see, on our last two trips up here, my brother-in-law/host has graciously offered to let us stay in the cabin referred to as Papa's Cabin, where his mom stays. Well, Papa's Cabin has full electric, running water and indoor facilities - even a hot shower if you wish! No bathing in The Itch! Talk about de-luxe accommodations! They spoiled us rotten! So to learn that we were stepping back to no lights whatsoever and no toidy, well, let's just say I was worried. Scared out of my wits is more like it.

Now, this is getting a little personal, but suffice it to say that since bearing children, one of them over 10 pounds, my bladder has never been quite the same. I can't for the life of me make it through an entire night without having to get up and go to the bathroom. Under normal circumstances, this isn't the end of the world. I am used to it and figure my two lovely daughters are worth that price. But to go out with the black bears, bats and coyotes to go potty in the middle of the night? I'm not sure that even they are worth it. I'm far too much of a wuss to do that.

So, just before we left, I was whining about this very thing, and my good friend let me in on her little secret for when she and her family go camping: Tylenol PM. She said to take half a Tylenol PM, and all would be well. Not willing to risk the slightest hiccup in my plan, I take two whole ones. Hey, I don't want to hear the mice or chipmunks that apparently come into our cabin EVERY SINGLE NIGHT either. Pair the Tylenol with a wee bit of hooch, and we've got just the ticket.

This morning Princess in Waiting asked me if I heard the howling in the middle of the night. "Nope," came my smug response. Nor would I probably have heard a fire truck rushing to save me from our burning cabin, should an errant lantern have been left going and run amok. Never mind that. I'll leave those responsibilities to my BSM. He's a good egg and doesn't require med's to make it through the night. And even so, if he has to get up to go, he can do it off the porch...Hey, I'm just saying...

At any rate, the sleeping thing has been going famously well now that I have my new system in place. The spiders, skeeters and mice equation? Well, we can talk about that subject next time!