Dudes, hi. It’s me, Bug.
I just got back from a week in Charlotte – which was fine – but I missed a whole week of camp. A whole damn week of camp.
I remember last monday like it was yesterday, only it was last week instead. I loaded in the car like I always do on Mondays, but instead of arriving at camp 10 minutes later, Tank and I were held captive in the car for hours. Multiple hours. It was so painful.
Once we got there I was so distracted by all of the change and commotion that I nearly forgot how devastated I had decided to be about missing camp. I barely had time to use the outdoor facilities before Tank was in the pool. So typical.
He’s so ridiculous. He spent most of his waking hours sunning himself, swimming, and drinking by the pool.
I was so angry that I was robbed of this week at camp that I spent most of it on the couch, napping. It was like I traded lives with Tank. Nobody seemed to care that it was Toby and my anniversary. I mean seriously, where is the compassion people?
We finally came home on Sunday, after another torturously long car ride, and I finally made my grand return to camp on Monday.
Now, this is not one of those stories where the main character experiences one challenging situation and then it’s all home free and sunny days. This is a story of struggle – of my struggle.
Monday I made it back to camp, and let me tell you, it was glorious. I played, I sunned, I generally socialized with any and all other living beings. It was like being at a 5 star resort, and then suddenly, it was time to go.
I woke up this morning to the worst realization of all – it’s Tuesday. A mother-sniffing work from home day where I don’t get to go to camp. It’s my worst day of the week.
After my morning coffee (or the coffee of whoever left theirs on the table) I was ready to go. I wanted to do something, I wanted adventure! Instead, I got to watch the news with Tank on the couch. Thrilling.
By lunch I was considering going on the lam. Someone thought it was an ingenious idea to work outside to multi-task and get to enjoy the day. Well guess what, ‘someone’ was not full of great ideas today. It was 90 degrees. I live in a fur coat. I was not amused.
It was like torture. Seriously. If someone told me I had to be a stay at home Bug, well I’d be packing my napsack and hitting the road before you could say treat. You want to waste your day sitting around and ‘working?’ Well, I ain’t got time for that.
Thankfully tomorrow is another camp day so you don’t need to worry. As long as I get dropped off by 9am no one will have to get hurt. I’m campaigning for a camp bus for next year – I swear it’s the only way I’ll get there on time.
Stay cool my babies,