I don’t know how you do it. I just don’t have that kind of patience.
Those words? I’ve heard them more times than I can count.
But, today, I turn those words back to you who will soon be getting up before it is bright to wake a bunch of sleeping children and then get them (go-go-go-go-go!) off to school.
This week, Belly started day camp. Day camp with a bus pickup and drop off. The first morning, she was so excited, she got up before my alarm and was dressed before my coffee was made. I still almost had a coronary trying to get the kids dressed-fed-out before the bus visited the end of our street.
I know we’ve gotten settled in our ways (our s-l-o-w morning ways), when all this activity before 8am makes me want to take a nap before noon (I did take one, yesterday. oh yes, I did).
And, then, there are all the details. Is her lunch ready? (no) Does she have two clean bathing suits and towels? (no) What did those papers in her backpack tell me to do? (can’t find) Did she brush her teeth? (she’s not even up yet lady)
You’d think that once she’s on the bus, I’d breathe easier. But, no. I then start thinking about what I can get done before the bus brings her home.
And then, it’s 4pm and she’s home, hungry and tired. A full-day of camp has been kicking her little seven-year-old butt. By 7:30, she can barely keep her eyes open; by 8, we usually have exhausted tears as she realizes that she needs to walk ALL THE WAY UP her bunk bed ladder to reach the pillow.
Does she love it though? Oh, yes, she does. And, I think it is worth the trouble which is a good thing since Jilly has already asked to be signed up for next year.
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