I love it when I'm wrong. Okay, really, that's not true (mostly because I'm NEVER WRONG...), but in THIS instance I love that I was wrong. We had a fantastic time. Jane was well cared for all week long and had a great time with our babysitter, who she knows and loves. Jay, Annie, Jamie and I headed off every morning at 8:15, loaded down with sunscreen, bug spray, lunches, camera, and hats. Annie had a great time doing arts and crafts in the children's program there, and even got to participate in the cooler activities like the zipline, marshmallow gun making and astroid shooter making (space camp theme...). And Jay was in hog heaven with all of his friends (we had 15 boys in our group). So THAT meant that Jamie and I got to spend the whole week actually talking to each other and managing to complete sentences without being interrupted by little people every 3.2 seconds. Huh...that NEVER happens! And while we were walking leaders (meaning that we actually had to CONTROL 15 boys), we had very few discipline problems. The boys were a joy to be around and Jamie and I had a great time declaring "war" on each other with our spray bottles and marshmallow guns and having the boys pick a side. They thought we were COOL! And the moment I overheard Jay tell another boy who was not in our pack, "That's MY mom!" I knew it was all worth it. I won't get many more moments like that with him. Especially because I TOTALLY intend to take him to school one day in my pajamas and robe and my hair in rollers. You know, just to mess with his MIND.
And we came home FILTHY. Filthy like you cannot even imagine filthy being. After sweating all day (98 degrees most days were were out there), and being one with the bugs and dirt, plus my dramatic "falls" every time one of the boys shot me with their marshmallow gun, we all had a nice layer of mud on us by the time we ventured home. We'd walk up the long hill and trek to our car. The car that had been sitting in the sun for the past 8 hours and was approximately 4,000 degrees when we opened the door and the heat slammed us in the face. So then we'd get in, blast the air and by the time we got home, the seats would be filled with small mud puddles as the sweat on the backs of our legs combined with the dirt on our bodies. Nice visual, no? Never been so happy to have leather seats.
But getting home and jumping in the pool was an instantaneous relief. And after swimming for a while, we would all be so tired that all we wanted was dinner and bed. It was that good kind of tired where you are completely exhausted and know you will sleep like the dead. And we did. By Friday night, Jamie and I were asleep in our respective chairs by 8:30 pm. Somehow the kids movie, "Mr. Troop Mom" was not entertaining enough to keep us awake. Can't imagine how.
So in the end, despite my reservations, it was a fantastic week. A good week to end on since Jay won't be able to go next year since he'll be too old (sob!!). But it's always better to leave wishing for more than to be glad it's all over with.