Yep. It happened. I officially became one of those people who longs for the structure, sequence, sanity and SCHOOL that September brings. I thought I could do it. I thought I could go all summer with the 3 boys with NO activities.
Here was my thinking. “Oh, the boys will have such a fun time playing together. If I send the big guy to summer camp, then who will the medium guy play with?”
Here’s how that idea went:
Big guy and medium guy playing together. Thirty seconds pass:
“Hey you took my toy!”
“No it’s mine! Give it to me now!
“Give it to me now or I’m gonna kick you!”
“No! It’s MINE!”
repeat. repeat. repeat.
I went online. I researched for hours. I found a place that would take my kid. A beautiful, beautiful place called: camp.
We sent our oldest boy last week and it was beautiful. He glowed. I glowed. My husband noticed our glowiness and signed that boy up for another week of summer camp. Good man.
And I spent a nice quiet morning with a 2 year old and a sleeping infant. I went running. I went to the grocery store. I cleaned out my entire car (with some help from my little friend):
(BTW…water in empty cleaning spray bottles. A totally fun and easy activity that keeps them busy for a long, long time )
And there was no fighting, pinching or crying and it was all thanks to summer camp.
So grandparents, if you are out there and listening…. when you ask us moms what we want for Christmas and we say we want clothes or shoes or makeup or lavender rice (kidding) please remind us that we really don’t want that even though we really think we do. What we really want and really NEED is…..summer camp.