Daily Archives: March 25, 2014

Shit Just Got Real

I’m having a really bad ear day. I’m in pain. One of the nurses from the hospital called this afternoon to do my pre-op interview. Asked lots of yes or no questions – do I have these symptoms, do I have those conditions. Needed details on previous surgeries, specialists, allergies, medications. Gave me instructions I needed the day of surgery as well as the few more days leading up to it. I still don’t have a surgery time yet.

After I got off the phone, my breathing quickened. My heart raced. My eyes teared up. Shit just got real to me. There is a tiny crack in Miss Positive’s veneer…

Summer Camp Registration

Yes, it’s that time. Can you believe it? It doesn’t feel like that time because, although the calendar says Spring has arrived, it hasn’t yet sprung. I don’t mind the cold and the snow the last week of March; I love living in an area that experiences all four seasons. I just don’t want to be planning activities for June, July and August right now.

But I have to. Camps in this area fill up very quickly; I’ve learned the hard way. B’s definitely in two camps – an acting week and fun, stay active week. Two others I’m not sure about. Both the baseball week and the movie-themed week ones are far from meeting their minimum required headcount so we wait and see. He’s never been enrolled in this many camps before. He’s thrilled!

Also, volunteer sign-up began for our church’s Vacation Bible School this week. If you volunteer, your child(ren) is(are) guaranteed a spot at VBS. If you do not volunteer, you have to wait several weeks to register and we can only take so many children based on the number of volunteers. So, I always volunteer to ensure B has a space.

However, when I went to sign myself up as a volunteer and B as a camper, I received quite a shock – he’s too old to be a camper! Surely this was a mistake! Nope, he can’t be a camper. Well, they must have changed the rules this year because I remember telling B at the end of VBS last year he had one more year as a camper. Nope. I went through last year’s emails and the cut off age was the same then.

I must have been in denial. I’m glad I realized this late at night, sitting up alone, so B didn’t have to see me cry. I thought he’d be just as devastated as I was. He was disappointed, but not devastated (dammit!). I informed him that he’s now old enough *gasp* to volunteer as a leader and, if he volunteered I would, too. He said he’d think about it. Two hours later he told me he wanted to lead so I signed us both up.

It isn’t fair that he’s growing up so fast. It isn’t fair that I didn’t get the option to experience this all again. *sniff, sniff*

Alright! Pity party over!

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