So this weekend is the J-Man’s turn to travel, as his class is going on an “outdoor education” trip to a camp deep in the wilds of Indiana, some four hours away.

You would not even believe what I am required to pack for said trip. Apparently they spend the entire time (only one day and one night and the next morning) outside except for when they’re sleeping, so the list of clothing options is extensive.

It’s something like five pairs of pants! Six sweatshirts! Three pairs of shoes in case the first two get too muddy! It’s totally ridiculous. I’m thinking of sending him in one waterproof snowsuit and boots and having done with it.

There is absolutely no technology allowed on this trip, something that has absolutely horrified the J-Man beyond the limits of reason. No DS? No iPod? But WHAT WILL I DOOOOOO?

Apparently they are going to be doing a lot of team-building exercises and things like climbing a rock wall (which I’m sure my heights-fearing child will LOVE).

I’m pretty excited for him. He is nervous about the large contingent of Lil’ Assholes that will be present, and I kind of don’t blame him.

Some of the kids in the J-Man’s class take snobby bitchery to a whole ‘nother level.

Here’s hoping he can give as good as he gets.

After all, he was taught by the best.

In other news, I am a hot mess post-Green Bay. My body is detoxing and I have a zit the size of a dime on my chin, red eyes, and of course the five-pound weight gain. Yesterday I had three freaking seizures (apparently I need to drink every day to stave them off) and I have been sleeping at least twelve hours a night since my return.

I love these trips, but they kick my ass pretty thoroughly.

I am eating like a saint and drinking gallons of water in hopes that I will return to some sort of a normal state soon, but I guess this is my penance for partying it up for four days.

I have confirmed with my mother that I am indeed quitting smoking on Monday, in hopes that she would get on board.

No dice. My mother doesn’t smoke a lot, but she is sort of a die-hard.

This will make things a little more difficult in the willpower department, but I guess it’s probably good to be tested.

I do know that I’m ready. It’s time.

It’s still scary as hell, though.

Tomorrow is the school’s VIP Day, in which I will attend school with the J-Man and probably get into all sorts of trouble for talking in class and making faces at the teacher.

Happy Tuesday.

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