Well. This day is just terrific.
LLO had words with me this morning. I’m ruining her life, don’t you know. She’s getting absolutely nothing for her new-found independence. The fact that I have to work in the morning this week instead of drive her to and from activities means that everything is about me. Sure, I’m having a blast working. Working is about as much fun as you can have on a Monday morning.
Especially this Monday morning.
The babies started trickling in 10 minutes early, because parents either bring their kids early to camp or late. This is a fact well-documented by years of experience. I could do a study. Time is relative to parents. And because they were babies (a very, very young group of kids and lots of boys. You know about little boys, right?) lots of moms hung around. Before start time, I had a younger sibling barf on the floor. Spectacular. And a little boy crying to his mom. And all these moms hanging about. I understand about moms, I was one. But, seriously, get out already. Within an hour, I had one mom finally say that she was taking her kid home. I’m like, ok. Then I notice that I’m short one. The one crying at the beginning of the day who seemed to come out of his shell and be very happy. I’m short a kid. Holy shit. I’ve never lost a kid. Never even come close to losing a kid. I freaked. Spawn was with me and she didn’t remember seeing him go either. So I go up to my boss in a panic. It’s what I do. And she looked and she called the mom. Who had taken him home. I’m positive she didn’t say a word to me when she left. Spawn is positive that she didn’t say a word to her when she left. What the fuck. Would you ever take your kid and not tell someone? Would you ever take your kid in the first place? Because kids are notorious for being slow to warm up. Just let it ride, see what happens. But no, she took her baby and didn’t say one damn word about it. And didn’t even apologize for not saying anything. Instead said that the kids weren’t welcomed. What? The other mother said the same thing. So maybe it’s true. I can’t imagine how it’s true. Really, I can’t. But it doesn’t matter if it’s true or not. Because summer camp is about word of mouth. And you’d better believe those two ladies will be word-of-mouthing
Managed to make it through the last two hours without losing any more kids. I think the kids were happy, but what do I know. I think the remaining moms were happy, but again, what do I know. My boss wasn’t exactly mad, because this has never happened before. I usually get kids who want to join in, not get out.
Then I went on the search for LLO. Who was spitting mad. Because instead of sitting in the shade between swim team and band camp (the plan as I knew it), she walked home and then back while wearing pants and a long sleeved shirt (excuse me 3/4 sleeve shirt) on the hottest day of the year giving her the opportunity to again mention how horrible her life is and how selfish I am for being unable to drive her around like the chauffeur I was always meant to be. It’s all about me, don’t you know.
Because today was so much fun.
Now I’m going to go hide somewhere. Preferably with my eyes closed.