Wife of the Scout Master

Do you have one of these at your house?

If you do, your husband must be Scout Master, like mine.

This is the Klondike Sled. Don't ask. Stored, conviently in my back yard.

I think Girls Camp is the greatest. But it happens in the Summer, not the dead of Winter.

Boys. They're crazy.

But they do like to have fun. Don't they?

How else do I know my husband is Scout Master? (Other than the fact that he's gone every Wednesday night, at least one Saturday a month, a week each Summer, and whenever else they need him?)

*There are two GIANT yellow and red water coolers in my garage.

*There are random packets of hot cocoa, instant oatmeal, and Gatorade bottles scattered throughout my house.

*There are several very long wooden stakes with orange flags in the shed. (used for some kind of compass course)

*We have more sleeping pads laying around, than there are people in my house.

*Backpacks, tents, and sleeping bags are stashed and shoved into every last inch of the storage room.

*Need a Nalgene bottle? I seriously must have more than 10 in the bottom cupboard of my kitchen - and their lids explode out of the misc. drawer above them at any given moment.

*Scout belts, shirts, pants and patches are here, there and everywhere.

Yes, I am the wife of the Scout Master. And, I quite like it. Don't tell Peter though. He likes to think I "don't support him" because I complain. But really, it's kind of fun.

The kids are great, my kids LOVE all the Scout action that goes on around here.

I think the thing I love the most, is that my boys want to grow up to be Scouts, too. They want to be with their dad, doing all these cool things. I'd much rather have them want this, than many of the other options out there.

Over all, being the wife of the Scout Master isn't so bad. He's kind of cute in his uniform, too.