Lucas and Claire head to camp tomorrow ~ one week. They are beyond excited and I can’t say that I blame them. They are headed to a camp on the Chesapeake Bay. They can play in the bay, go skateboarding at the skate park, tie-dye t-shirts, do arts and crafts, make new friends, reconnect with old friends. They will be fed when they are hungry, sleep when they are tired. Their activities are taken care of ~ they don’t have a care in the world.
I wish I could go to summer camp. Not with them but to my own summer camp where there are counselors to take care of planning my activities, food is put out and all I have to do is eat it. I want to go to summer camp on the bay. I want to wake up to dolphins splashing in the water not far off shore. I want to not have a care in the world.
Oh well, I guess that’s the world of kids. It will kind of be like a mini-vacation here for me, with only one kid and he will be incapacitated from his surgery. So, I guess life will be like a vacation for me…except I still have to plan dinners and take care of my own activities and there won’t be any dolphins splashing in our backyard. I’m not a kid anymore ~ dangit!
The kids will have their memories forever and I am very grateful we can give them the opportunity to go to summer camp. They will have a blast and I can’t wait to hear all about it when they come home next weekend!
Right now, I need to get their packing finished so that when they wake up tomorrow morning, chomping at the bit to get on the road, we are packed and ready.
Oh, for the love of my children…