FamilybitsUGH. I’m exhausted from the crying, whining, and begging to be allowed to stay home from camp. This is the last of five weeks we booked so we could work (HAHAHA, yes, I wish I had a job), and the kids are fed up with the counselors who enforce rules but don’t follow them and who don’t know when to stop with the teasing and bossing around. I have to keep reminding myself that the camp director is maybe 23, and everyone under him is even younger than that.
Anyway, everyone claimed stuffy noses, sore throats, burning foreheads (I could have kept potato salad cool on their heads, the little weasels), and poison oak. Well, Dylan actually HAS poison oak, but it’s not contagious and there isn’t much to do while waiting it out other than keep it protected and put hydrocortisone on it when it flares up. (Which happens at approximately four-thirty each morning. He comes in at that time with flaming rashes consuming his legs so I whip out the 1% and slather it all over the ten or so patches all over his body. By the time we wake up, the rashes look all docile and harmless again.)
And then, because the boys each lost a tooth this week, Logan did his best to sap all of the mystery out of the Tooth Fairy. He said his tooth was still there this morning (I forgot to do it last night but got in there when he got up to pee), but then Daphne ran and looked, and found a dollar.
Unimpressed, he said, “That wasn’t there this morning, everyone knows it was Mom.” My eyes bugged.
He kept going and I was making slicing motions across my neck, and then kicking his shins, and he’s all, “Why are you kicking me, Mom?” I finally got him into the other room and explained that once he gets old enough to start thinking that things like the Tooth Fairy aren’t real, it’s part of his job to help keep it going for the little ones. Jiminy.
He finally got it, so I went to check email. When I came back, he was holding forth at the breakfast table, saying, “And she’s got to drink tons of coffee to stay up all night! It’s unbelievable! This one time, she spilled coffee all over my pillow! And—”
I said, “OK, everyone! Enough talking, let’s finish getting ready!”
There was renewed begging to come back home once we arrived at camp, but I smoothed it over with a candy orgy at the general store. Mom of the Year.
I’m so exhausted.
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07.21.08 at 02:00 PM |
I’m going through the same thing w/ my 2. They’re getting bored with camp b/c it’s the same games every week. Too bad we can’t switch places. I’d gladly wear shorts and a t-shirt and let people braid my hair.
07.21.08 at 04:27 PM |
Hey… some people really like super-chunk.
I forgot the Tooth Fairy once… it was HORRIBLE. I rushed her back in her room saying it wasn’t quite wake-up time yet and that’s why she hadn’t shown… we must have been last on the list. Bleh.
07.21.08 at 06:49 PM |
And that’s why I never bothered trying to send my kids to a camp of any kind.
I couldn’t tell you how many times I forgot the toothfairy. Sometimes they’re too busy to come the first night and have to catch you the next night.
I made the mistake one St. Patrick’s Day of pretending leprechauns had come into his room and tied everything together with green string. It was a maze of green string tied to every tieable (sp?) surface. Well, then I had to do it every year. What a pain.
07.21.08 at 10:11 PM |
I think we are in the same neck of the woods, geographically speaking.
As to poison oak: Zanfel. http://www.zanfel.com/help/. I go in and out of really allergic reaction to urushiol (the poison oak oil that actually causes the rash) and this is the only product I’ve ever found that will turn the body-wide, systemic reaction OFF. It is even more effective against smaller, here-and-there reactions.
I do not have any stock in the company, I am not a paid shill—but it does work.
The worst case I had in the last 10 years took three applications to tame the beast—but no middle-of-the-nigh flare-ups.
07.22.08 at 09:32 AM |
Love you darling one.
Big hugs..............
I always say special prayers for you and yours that it does get easier.
I love you ~
Big hugs
07.22.08 at 12:14 PM |
The Tooth Fairy is a little late at our house sometimes. My kids felt better when they heard on the radio that the Tooth Fairy was late to the DJ’s house too.
Good to know NOT being able to send my kids to camp every week isn’t necessarily the short end of the stick. Sorry you’re having to deal with that though!
07.22.08 at 12:44 PM |
At least they aren’t home climbing on you whining that they are B.O.R.E.D.
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They feel the need to DO something everyday.
And I don’t.
07.23.08 at 12:39 PM |
How much is everyone paying for a tooth these days? My daughter gets anything from a dollar (when she was very young) to ten bucks - well, in my defense, it was a huge tooth and it took AGES to come out. We went through the whole wiggling thing, the complaining and whinging so that the money was more of a “thank God it’s all over with” kind of payment! She still writes notes to the tooth fairy (she’s twelve now and likes me to think she still believes!) and I’ve kept them all!
07.24.08 at 11:04 PM |
It is so nice to hear that others are dealing with the same issues- not wanting to go to camp, and the tooth fairy being late! I am going through the exact same things with my kids. Thanks for sharing your experience, you made me laugh!
07.27.08 at 10:19 AM |
Did you know that Discovery Toys carries 2 small dolls: Tooth Fairy and Tooth Pirate? Both have cool compartments for the child to put their tooth into. Make losing a tooth into a fun celebration you and your child won’t forget.