After just a day and a half of all of us in the house, S. is off to camp for the month. She's going with her two best friends, but they don't actually know each other (yes, they all live in the same town), so I hope it goes well.
I'm going to miss her. She's been around a lot the past month, just hanging out around the house. We've gone shopping for all the stuff she needs, even though we're not big shoppers. We did painting pottery together, just the two of us, which let both of us actually paint. We learned together. I rely on her a lot, too, so I have to adjust, but that's good, for both of us.
Yesterday, against her protests, I took her school supply shopping ( I know, I said the "S" word). The sales are on, and all the stuff she wants won't be there anymore until she gets back. Then she finished packing her backpack, and off she went.
Meanwhile, I find myself snapping at E. I'm just not used to his mishegas. This morning his carefully chosen T-shirt got all messy when he wipes his salsa-covered hands across it after he ate breakfast, and he had to change. Not unusual for him, but I was annoyed. And he dumped out three big containers of toys onto the floor of the basement we just cleaned up and out.
But he's loving his day camp, and apparently doing well. As is M.. May it remain so.
Finally, we find we have to be very careful when we say someone is going to camp, when the Little One is around. She knew the boys were "in camp" the whole first half, so now when they go to camp in the morning, we have to say, "They're going to day camp- they'll be home for supper." And we specifically told her that S. was going to sleeping camp today. We'll see how she deals with that.
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