Teresa M. Pelham
9:51 AM EDT, August 7, 2013
These are the things about which I think when my boys are away at camp and I’m supposed to be working:
One of the boys obviously knew I’d be lonely so he thoughtfully left some used chewing gum in a napkin in his pocket. It’s the gift that keeps on giving! Just when I’m about to throw on a summer dress to head out for late grown-up dinner, there’s a little reminder of my cherubs. So sweet!
Lacrosse season ended in June. It is now August. Since the equipment is still under foot, should we just leave it out and be prepared for spring?
I wonder if any parent has ever received a more perplexing call from a camp director with a concern about an 11-year-old camper. I can’t even tell you what he did. But he didn’t get kicked out! Yay!
Does the neighbor know that his dog barks? All. Day. Long. I know that has nothing to do with my kids. But really. Somebody should tell him.
The novelty of having a quiet, clean house is now over. I miss the little buggers, stinky socks and all.