This is our first week of “no school” but it’s been full of activity. My teenagers leave for camp on Saturday (at 7:00 a.m.!) and I have the responsibility for gathering and packing the odd assortment of items on the packing list. (Cowboy outfit? Mask and masquerade outfit? Outfit which can get so dirty it can be thrown away? Formal outfit?)
It’s almost like sending them away to a pageant or something!
Also, the camp is in Canada, so because of the laws regarding border crossing, they each had to get a photo identification card at the Department of Motor Vehicles–which is swamped because of the border crossing rules–adults in our state can get an “enhanced” driver’s license, but only at certain DMVs . . . which are the same ones which issue photo identification cards. When I entered the building with my four children, our number was 74 . . . and they were on 34. To my utter shock, the kids were well-behaved (and incredibly friendly to an older lady who passed them hard candies–“Nips”) and the boys got their cards within ninety minutes.
I’m vaguely worried about them going to camp for a whole week. They’ve never been away from home for that long. I worry that everyone at the camp will be “cool” and they will be excruciatingly uncool and mocked and tormented. I went to camp only once in my life and found it a socially unpleasant experience. Plus it was boring. The camp my boys are going to is gorgeous and luxurious (!) and their youth pastor and friends will be there, too. But I worry anyway. It’s in my job description.
Meanwhile, my younger kids are out of school and endlessly bickering. My daughter has perfected her ability to burst into convincing tears at the slightest provocation. Today, I said, “What is wrong?” and she lamented through her tears, “Zachary said I was disrespectful and disobedient.” Earlier in the day they were fighting (she crying, him looking nonchalant) about whether or not she stepped on an ant or a rock. “Zachary says I stepped on a rock, but it was an ant!”
I might not survive the summer. (Did I mention that last week my son kicked a basketball into the kitchen window? And that replacement window panes cost $145?)
I have washed so much laundry this week but most of it is unfolded.
Tomorrow, I have to:
Pick up my 11-year old’s yearbook from school (they were delivered a week after school was out);
2) Exchange some shorts for correct sizes at Old Navy;
3) Meet husband at Escrow office to sign paperwork;
4) Wash clothes, pack everything and get boys completely prepared for camp;
5) Work eight hours;
Summer vacation . . . so relaxing.
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Escrow papers? You’re moving? How did I miss that? We moved 7 times the first 5 years of marriage. We’ve lived in this house almost 27 years now. I hope to never move again ’til the day I die. I. Hate. Moving.
I am so thankful those days are over …. now to keep up with grandchildren !!
I hear you.
I think summer vacations are only relaxing for those without children! 😉
For some reason, since summer started, I cannot get a handle on all the laundry. It’s like the socks and underwear mate and multiply during the night so there are 4,586 more items in the laundry room the next morning. Like rabbits. Yeah. Clothing rabbits. Or something. Need more coffee.
Yeah, um, all of the laundry that I do stays unfolded. I thought it was a miracle that I managed to fold TEN baby onesies. TEN. Like someone lit a fire under my ass. Lol. So I think that the fact that you even imply an intention to fold any laundry makes you five times the woman I am!
Also, I hope that everything goes well with the teens’ camp and the t-ball photos and the like. It sounds like you guys will be very busy, but I’m sure it’ll be okay =) I hope they enjoy camp!
Oh, I hear ya, sister. And I feel your pain.
Such a busy lady. And I love how you handled the cute bullies. 🙂 I’m afraid I would have taken the Cheetos to the kid’s mom and demanded a dollar. You are a lot nicer than me. LOL
Are you kidding? I handed my 7 year old her packing list sent from the church office and told her to pack. She can read–if she left something out then lesson learned(on her part) Hey, I didn’t get any negative feedback so it worked out. She came home all smiles. I’m sorry but I do NOT feel sorry for you if you are packing your teen’s bags.