Camp is immediate.
It is upon us.
Plans are being made.
My life is about to change for the 8th consecutive summer.
This isn't always a completely easy time for me and us.
During camp we ask each other questions like...
"If you could have a conversation with any person in all time, who would it be?"
I have never known until today.
Now I know.
Tim is having a needle rammed into this nether region.
He lost his ID today.
He is in Arizona.
I would hate to be in Arizona with out my ID... just saying.
But I am here, and he is there.
Not sure who had a harder day.
Probably him... But, yet.
I left my purse at home and went to Walmart with the Tribe.
That was not fun.
Cora said, "Mom, that is too bad. Lets go home and get it and then come back again. Easy peasy!"
Yes, that is what we did.
That was a blessing in disguise because it allowed me 1 HOUR of sweet relief.
No breaking up fights.
No finding messes in a room I've already cleaned.
No having to discipline anyone!
For ONE whole hour.
Plus, I got to listen to Winnie-the-Pooh.
I am pretty sure if Psychiatrist just let a client listen to Winnie-the-Pooh they'd be fixed.
It gives me peace.
It makes me laugh.
Addie is "getting" the humor too.
I no longer laugh alone.
I think AA Milne really wrote Winnie-the-Pooh for discouraged moms...
Things got a bit worse tonight.
The the lambs got "Bloat".
It is all funny to think of a bloated lamb... but until a lamb goes all "bloaty" on your watch, don't laugh!
Don't you dare!
Their little tummy's looked like over inflated... ready to pop, balloons.
Then you wonder if they will pop... that is a horrifying thought!
It is deadly, city folks... deadly as bad crack on a dark street...
(I don't know if that exists, but I was trying to think of something "city folk" might think is deadly.)
I called Mary the lamb lady... Yes, that is her name.
Yes, I find that very funny.
She told me to get a book called "Raising Lambs the Modern Way."
That made me laugh too.
I think there is a child-rearing book with a similar title.
I tried burping a lamb tonight.*
All time high/low for me.
It didn't burp.
That was the "low".
Really, there wasn't a "high" to it... because it I didn't get to see a lamb burp.
Then I used a syringe to squirt a homemade concoction down their little toothed mouths.
Yes, lambs have teeth.
One gagged at me.
It was a day.
I am ready to give this one back.
I don't know if I need a shoulder to cry or laugh on.
I'll take an understanding shoulder.
“Rabbit's clever," said Pooh thoughtfully.
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit's clever."
"And he has Brain."
"Yes," said Piglet, "Rabbit has Brain."
There was a long silence.
"I suppose," said Pooh, "that that's why he never understands anything.”
As of 11 pm the lambs still lived! The bloat was much improved!!!
* Never try to burp a bloated lamb... it isn't the right thing to do! It could cause internal damage (popping of the lamb's innards). That is why I need to read "Raising Lambs the Modern Way"... that was the "unmodern" way to deal with bloat, evidently. Instead, you need to get them up and being active... not joking.