camp lite

Yesterday, the girls had a day when they were to "get ready for camp". They were to meet up at the camp, learn some stuff, and get acclimated for the big camping weekend right after Thanksgiving.

The first problem was getting there. Apparently, my directions were to a mythical place nowhere near the camp. So, several calls on the cell phone later, totally ticking off the leader with my direction challenged mind, we arrived. When we finally got there, the troop leader wouldn't look at me. I chalked it up to being very busy, but it stung none the less.

All morning, mind you, I was stressing over what they were going to wear to stay warm. I had to keep in mind the fashion consciousness of an 8 and 6 year old, too. (Not an easy task).

So when I drove back to get them later that afternoon, I found them in a cabin playing a relay race of sleeping bag rolling. I sat down next to one of the parent helpers. She asked me which girl was mine. When I told her, she said, "Oh, they are sisters? I would have never thought". Then she proceeded to tell me that Emily was so forgetful. I nodded and said sorry. Then she regailed me with how Em lost her hat twice. I nodded again, now getting a bit annoyed. I get it, she's forgetful. Let's move on. The third time when she turned to me and said something about how annoying Emily was, I said. "She's got ADHD, she can't help it." This lady really got under my skin. Thankfully, another parent helper came over and told me that the girls were so enthusiastic and cute. I liked her much better. :)

Today Tara showed me her poison ivy. She knew it was poison ivy because her friend at camp marched her through it saying "Let's go play in the poison ivy!" I wish I were kidding. Now Tara is itching and scratching.

One thing that warmed my heart was when we finally got to camp, and Tara said, "Mom, you are the best. You didn't give up and take us home. You didn't get mad. You found it!" Emily hugged me later and thanked me for taking her to camp. On their end, life was perfect (except for a little poison ivy). And at the end of the day, that's all that matters really.