Some day you will tell the story of your wintercamping adventures (with pics, of course) to your kids and they will go, "Awww! That looks so fun!" and you will boast how you stayed trapped in a large coffin with their dad and neither of you killed each other and they will go, "But Mom, you love Dad! That would be easy!"

And then years later you will get a call from one of your kids after they start a relationship. It will basically be, "Mom. I get it now. You and Dad are freakin' saints."

Possibly followed by, "So, hypothetically speaking, if I had a large garbage bag weighing, um, 74 KG, that I needed to get rid of, no questions asked..."