I am getting ready to get in the car and drive to Waco (which I insist on pronouncing "Whacko"), TX. I will spend the night in the hotel I scored on Priceline for $40. It's a 2 1/2-star "Moderate Plus". I'll wait here while you recover from being green with envy.
That didn't take long. Maybe you missed the part where I typed 2 AND A HALF-star Moderate PLUS. Plush,eh? You want to know what the PLUS is? It's me in a place I don't have to clean, sleeping in a bed that I will not make with only my lofty thoughts to keep my company. I'm so happy, I could be twins.
I will get up in the morning and drive about 45 minutes into the bowels of central Texas to retrieve my two eldest children from the camp where they've been for a week. I'm very happy to claim my girls. I'm not so psyched about getting their smarmified camp laundry. Is there anything more rancid than camp laundry? If you know of something, I'll thank you very kindly NOT to mention it in my comments. :~D
We will pile into the Mom-mobile and point our noses northward and the girls will chatter incessantly about the lake and the bugs and the crafts and the archery and the sky and the rain and the counselors and the horses and their cabin-mates and the heat and the cold and the showers and the girl who hurled her fish dinner all over three tables in the dining hall because she stood up and spun around as she blew chow (it's the same girl every year ~ I'm thinking her Mom needs to spend some time on Emesis Etiquette, but nobody's asking me). What they won't talk about is the boys.
Because there are no boys.
This camp is all girls, ages 7 to 18. The counselors, cooks, nurses and horseback riding instructors are all women. The girls study, discuss and apply Scripture in an environment where the distractions are wildlife, not wild life. The come home changed a little bit each year. Noticeably more Christlike, mature and lovely than when I dropped them off. They also seem taller and in desperate need of a soak in the tub.
So, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with two tired, grimy, beautiful girls.
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Clemntine, dear, if there is a couch in your 2 1/2 star room, for heaven's sake DON'T SIT ON IT! Not because it wouldn't be clean and marvelous but because we want you to come home with all the things you left with. Have a nice trip!
Yay for girl's camp! I grew up going to one, too! My favorite memories.
It's amazing to see your children transform over a week of camp, isn't it? Each year my daughter goes to camp I can see her faith grow, and it renews my spirit just a bit as well. I hope you have a great time in your plus room!
It's worth the time apart to have the reunion. Being so happy to see them you can stand them for the rest of the summer! And maybe this is the perfect time to teach them to do their own laundry?????
My son had the same experiences at the camp he used to go to. Once he hit 14 though, it became a co-ed camp, which defies my reasoning. That is the age when they most don't need to be "focusing on God" while swimming with girls. Hmmmppff.
Oh, Clemntine! You're so close. And yet so far. If I'd known you were going to be within 2 hours drive time of me on a weekend...
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Sounds like my kind of camp! Too bad Texas is too far away to send The Kid... :o)
Have a nice trip...and enjoy the reunion. I agree about the laundry, let them help.
How wonderful! Brings back memories of camp for me. Enjoy your ride home with those two precious girls.
What a great way to start the morning, with a big old smile on my face. I'm glad you're twins.
I love that - "wildlife, not wild life." You have such a way with words.
Ewwww! Camp Laundry. Glad your girls are coming home. Enjoy.
~TaunaLen
Avoiding a walk with me?? I come home and you leave?? Just kidding! Hope your knee is way better b/c I have about 10 miles worth of chat in me. =)
How can I get into this camp? Not my girls, but ME. I want to get away and come back "nicer."
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