It's 4 a.m. and I can't lie in bed any longer trying to ignore the fact that I need to use the potty.
I get up and very quietly put on my sandals as I stare and Mr. T's skinny little arm sticking out from the top bunk in my brother's camper.
"Please don't wake up. Please don't wake up," is on a loop in my head as I try to exit in super stealth mode.
The silence is shattered when Bailey the 4 year old lab and I-forget-the-other-dog's-name Australian shepherd start barking at the disturbance.
Through a window I see a light was left on over the sink in the kitchen. That's thoughtful, brother doesn't want me tripping over anything.
He also wants me to pee myself because the backdoor is locked. As is the front door.
I quickly run through my options.
* Ring the doorbell.
* Find a place on the acreage and pray I don't step in horse manure.
* Remember there is a bathroom in the barn!
Go to poorly packed post camping car and look for flashlight.
Go to barn and see political bumper sticker on bathroom door that cause eyes to roll and faith in humanity to slip a bit.
Get a grip and pray midterms won't be rigged.
Realize a neighbor is driving by & shut off flashlight - don't need anyone checking out why someone is slinking around with a flashlight on.
Go back to camper in anticipation of more sleep.
Hear rooster crow.