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First time camp mom…
Welp… we got Number One all tucked away at camp… it was awesome.. I’ll post pics as soon as I have time… I was not sad at all leaving him yesterday.. I was so excited for him and the camp was even more incredible that I expected. This morning, however, was another story.
I’m not sad, and I don’t even really miss him yet.. but the fact that I will not speak to him at all for a week is hitting me pretty hard..
I don’t need to talk to him every day.. but I’m dying to know just a few things!!
So I’ll write them here and maybe it will be therapeudic??
- Do you like your cabin?
- Are the kids in there cool?
- Did you get the classes that you want?
- Did you start riflery yet?
- Have you gone on the lake?
- The blob?
- The rock course?
- How’s the food?
- Did you sleep good last night?
- Are you exhausted??
- Has it been hot?
- What did you choose for your classes? Archery? Riflery? What did you decide on for the third?
‘Phew… okay.. that maybe makes me feel a tiny bit better… {nope.. not really}
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you’d get along with well my parents HMM. I played football in college. When i reported as a freshman for summer workouts, my parents drove me to SC in their very loudly painted motor home (the lack of motorhome stealth will make sense in a minute). I checked in, unpacked, we said our good byes and off they went back to florida… or so i thought. the next day, while trying to establish myself as the newest alpha-male, the motor home comes driving right onto the practice fields, mom and dad get out with a video camera and want to watch/film/cheer for me. WTF?? no one else there has their mommy’s at practice, i’m a frickin linebacker, we’re the meanest baddest people on the planet, please leave without telling anyone you know me!! after security approaches them it is determined that the film crew with fresh-baked cookies is associated with the linebacker turning in his man card. let the taunting begin. believe it or not, same thing the next day… and the next before they finally went home.
I love them
Here I’ll help with the response: “Fine, yeah, nah, okay, yes, it’s Summer!, archery”.
This was sweet. My babies are 6 and 2. My mother-in-law keeps nagging me to let her bring my son with her to Peru someday (the hubs is Peruvian). I’m like ‘maybe when he’s eighteen.’
Maybe camp will be easier… :/
Maybe his answers would be Mooooooooom I’m not a baby anymore aand my friends will see,but deep down he’ll be missing you too.
My mom has been telling my oldest since he was tiny that when he’s big they can hang out, go on trips together….
I was sad for her when he graduated and got a life.
Hanging out with grandma isnt so cool when your 20.