- With the exception of one (really, I swear, there was only one) call from the director…all’s great.
- With the exception of two lost lunch bags….all’s great.
- With the exception of the fact that camp is done for the season…all’s great.
Yep, you read that right: Camp.Is.Done.For.The.Season. (As in: they close their doors til next year, no option to add another week or five, done, over, finished.)
She had a great time. She made friends. She wants to go back next summer. But now I have until September 9th (yes, September 9th) when she goes back to school to try to keep her at least equally happy.
No, I did not sign her up for any other camps. No, I do not have any real plans in place. No, I do not know what I was thinking. Oh, wait…all one needs to do it review the epic fail of last summer and it will all make sense.
Yes, I have poked around for programs here and there, but have come up with nothin’. Yes, I am in denial that things could turn torturous over these next several hours, I mean days, er, weeks. Yes, I am more than a little concerned.
She did have five great weeks with only one minor transgression which I have chosen to forget about. I am going to quit while I’m ahead.
That said: if at any time over the next several weeks you have the urge to spend some quality time with an artistic, funny, quirky, energetic and extraordinarily complicated child (particularly during the hours that I have to, um, go to work) just let me know…I am sure we can work something out.
p.s. You stand forewarned: any and all joyous postings regarding children at camp, trips abroad or the like will not be welcome around these parts. What? I am nothing if not honest.