My mom is a camping ninja. Within fifteen minutes, she had the tent staked, the sleeping bags rolled out, and the fire pit ready. She moved with the quiet efficiency of someone who has been doing this since the 90s.
Except, Chloe isn't just my best friend. Chloe is my annoying best friend. -ENG- Camp With Mom and My Annoying Friend Who ...
But when you take a city girl and drop her into the woods with no Wi-Fi and a heavy dose of mosquitoes, those quirks become weapons of mass annoyance. The trouble began before we even left the driveway. My mom, ever the optimist, packed light: one duffel bag, a cooler, and a first-aid kit. Chloe arrived with a suitcase the size of a small automobile, a portable fan, three different shades of lip gloss "for the nature photos," and a stuffed animal she claimed she “needed for emotional support.” My mom is a camping ninja
"Camp With Mom and My Annoying Friend Who Ruined Everything (But Taught Me a Lesson)" Except, Chloe isn't just my best friend
My mom raised an eyebrow. I face-palmed.
She told us the truth. Her parents were going through a messy divorce. The "emotional support" stuffed animal wasn't a joke. The noise, the chaos, the constant talking—it was all a desperate attempt to fill the silence because silence meant thinking about home. She had begged to come on this trip because she didn't want to be alone in her house.