Let the sun shine and the toddler sleep...

Monday morning. The sky is overcast. The air is echoing with the alternating sounds of maniacal laughter from Evan and Corinne (they're playing a game called "Beast" which involves many blankets, pillows and stuffed dogs.) which then changes to hysterical crying over pain and agony and blaming each other for the suffering. There is also the background music from Justin's Nintendo DS Pokemon game. I can't even guess which game, as he has about 6 or 7. All I know is that the music is endless and I'm starting to twitch...

Which brings us to the reason of my reflection. The calm (HA) before the storm of activity that is our upcoming week: DAY CAMP.

Yes, my friends. A week of archery, bb guns, crafts of feathers and glue, and strange games played with frisbees and bases. A week where, usually, Justin is gone and I have the other 2 kids, but, because I didn't get the proper paperwork before payment was rendered, that I will be ATTENDING Day camp the entire time with Evan. (Apparently, though he is old enough for camp, his age group must have an adult present the entire time for each child. Had I known this prior to pumping his little heart up with exciting tales of Camp, I wouldn't have signed him up.) This means that Corinne will be farmed out for the week. Since everyone either works or has other children, I had to find 4 different people to take care of her. She will be at my Mom's house late tonight and through the day tomorrow. My sister's house overnight on Tuesday and all day on Wednesday. I will pick her up on Wed evening (FINALLY) for a little at home time. My neighbor will watch her Thursday and then on Thursday night, she will go to Grandma's so that they can spend the day together on Friday.


Holy. Crap.

My poor baby! She has never been to day care EVER and now she has to spend a week away from home at a whole slew of places and I can't even REALLY prepare her. She knows everyone she's going to visit, and we've talked about it, but... man. I feel bad. I'm an "at-home" mom cuz I want to be with the kids, you know?


However, Evan will really enjoy this week, and I will get more alone time with him this week than I've had in a LONG time, so I am crossing my fingers that she adjusts well and has a good time without missing too many naps...


Sadly, this will mean that I won't be on here too much. Especially since Patrick is going to be out of town Tuesday - Thursday, and we still have soccer practice (if I can swing it) and a soccer party on Weds (if we can make it back in time). Hope your week is lovely and full of good things, and I will hopefully be able to post a thrilling recap of our (mis)adventures at camp. Oh! The blogging material possibilities!! I should bring a pad of paper and pencil for the bloggable moments that will arise...

Please let her sleep this soundly while she's away from home...