Maddie is attending her last day of camp right now and after 8 weeks, she says that she is ready for it to be over. She made new friends and got used to being away from me (although most days she would come home and say that she missed me). She dealt with her first bully -- not fun at all, but I think she handled it well. She played a lot of dodgeball, went swimming, performed for an audience, and got her first tan. (Before her celiac disease diagnosis last fall, she could never go in the sun without breaking out in a terrible rash.)
As for me? I picked berries twice, made jam and worked on a new quilt. I also started taking walks by myself in the mornings -- until the crazy heat wave hit, that is. I worked and did what I usually do for the most part.
I'm ready for her to be home with me again. After the first week, I was able to sleep a bit better, but I never really got used to having her gone all day. I am a worrier, and I worried a lot.
Now it's time to think about school. I'm giving her a week off after camp ends, but then we are getting back into the thick of it -- this year there will be calculus and perhaps a new language as she finishes up her third year of Spanish. We are also planning some field trips -- the first being the Museum of Science and Industry at the end of August.
I'm glad that Maddie tried camp this summer -- it was good for both of us -- but I'm equally glad that she'll be back with me again next week.