Then you're awake before it's warm and you have to pee. So you lay snuggled in your bag glaring at the dog and NOT going back to sleep. Until finally you truculently reach out of your bag, grab your clothes in a misguided attempt to get dressed in your bag. It never works so by then you're cussing at the dog and the hub ever so sweetly says, "Hun since you're up would you mind making the coffee".
You try the, "No, I'm not really up" gambit. Which never works because OBVIOUSLY you're up and you've just kicked over the fucking pee can (husbands always have pee cans), ok maybe only MY husband.
@raratt @GreatwhiteNorth do they teach you guys to carry pee cans in survival school?
At this point in time you stomp out, pee and get into the car and turn it on and wait for it to warm up, FUCK coffee, you don't drink it anyway. Fuck the dog whose currently snuggled with the ingrate hub. You realize your rod and reel are in the warm car and day is just breaking so you drive down to the lakeshore, bait it, cast and stuff your rod holder into the shore and the rod in that. Then get back in the warm running car and watch your rod
Hoping for trout or cat for breakfast. Which you plan not to share.
Anyway that's how I imagine camping with me might go.