Looking Back

Camp ended on Friday. It's now Monday, and I can finally talk about it without trembling inside. It wasn't horrible. It was just...camp. Doesn't that sum it up?

For the last 2 days, I've had countless people ask me how it was, or if I had fun. How can you answer that? It was 104 degrees, I had to wear flip flops into the shower, sleep was non existent and the girls never. stopped. singing! Never! How do you explain all that without crying just a titch?

I will admit to a few great moments: watching my two girls as young women, never having to cook my meals and a burping contest that made me laugh so hard I nearly peed my pants. Those were lovely experiences. The rest of the time, I would close my eyes and try to pretend I was in an air conditioned Target.

Since returning home, I've discovered that I now have a serious fear of sweating and camp songs. I sweat so much last week, I could have filled a kiddie pool. At one point I considered putting on a tube top. I'm serious. And now, whenever I overhear one of my girls humming a camp song, I get a nervous tick. I have to do my Lamaze breathing to calm down.

I'm sure I'll return to normal in a month or 12. Just in time for camp next year. By then, I may need to resort to extreme measures, like committing a minor felony so I can be booked into jail. I wonder if they sing camp songs there?