We made it. We survived another summer of camp. Yes, not just them. Us parents too.
It’s no secret I have a love/hate relationship with summer camp. In short, I love that my kids have 7-8 straight weeks of outdoors fun, activities and friendship during which their bodies get strong and brown, and their characters and friendships thrive. But oh my lawd, the preparation, the anxious mornings, the exhausted evenings. The hangry. The dirt.
This year, I thought I’d mark the highlights of 2015 summer camp with a report card – so here goes:
- Inches grown: At least half a foot each.
- Poundage of food consumed: Off the charts.
- Number of times we missed the bus: Six or seven
- Number of times we almost missed the bus: Every>Single>Day
- Numbers of times someone forgot their lunch: Just the once. Phew.
- Items of clothes irreparably stained: Every top my son owns. Most of his socks too. At least the ones that have fund their way to the laundry and aren’t stuffed down the back of the couch or strewn in a corner somewhere.
- Number of items lost: Surprisingly fewer than in recent years. Maybe a water bottle or two.
- Number of items found: Amazingly, a towel that was lost two years ago found it’s way back home. Welcome back, towel.
- Amount of sand brought home each night: The entire contents of the gaga pit. On my kitchen floor.
- Number of fist fights and disciplinary action: Just the one. But a first for us.
But seriously, hats off once again to the YMCA for another amazing summer of camp and for making every day at summer camp a day my kids look forward to; once I drag them out of bed, that is.