If you combine all these "things" together it's like the perfect storm of bad evenings. That was last Friday.
By about 8:30 I was losing my mind - either from the chaos or the bug spray fumes I don't know which. So I texted Dustin and informed him that as soon as he got off work he was to come out to the campground and relieve me from my duties. Upon his arrival at 10:00 I packed up Ella and went home.
After a good night's sleep and a few relaxing hours of watching Law & Order I informed him I would be returning the campground to try and salvage our "Family Weekend".
We attempted to take Josh fishing. As we were getting his tackle box and fishing pole ready Dustin explained to him that fishing is sometimes a drawn out process. You just don't put a hook on a string, throw it out into the river/lake/body of water and pull it back out with a fish. He said he understood.
In fact his last words were, "Mom, if I start whining about not catching a fish just remind me that I understood." Sure.
This is the only picture I have of them fishing.
Between Lauren screaming and scaring away any fish within 200 yards and Josh whining about how long it was taking and how boring it was, Dustin could only take about 10 minutes.
Meanwhile, Ella and I went on a nice walk.
After a nap, a small grease fire and dinner we spent some nice time around the fire.
Then I packed Ella up and we went back home. Honestly...I don't know if it was the new campground, the weather (because you know it rained all weekend) or the stresses of having a million things to get done at home but I was miserable. I've been a trooper with all this camping business because the kids like it and because Dustin loves it. But enough was enough.
Then yesterday Josh told our daycare provider that we won't be camping on Friday nights anymore because it's just a disaster. Needless to say...Josh is right.
Monday was Josh's last official day of Kindergarten. And I am proud to say that I didn't cry as much on his last day of school as I had cried on his first.
First Day of School
Last Day of School
Seriously. How does that happen? I can't believe he's a first grader! I got the sweetest note from his teacher.
I feel so blessed to have had him this year. He truly is a delightful little guy!! You and your husband have done a wonderful job with him! Have a fun summer.
Sue
Between that and his great report card I couldn't be prouder. He has learned so much this year (i.e. how to read, how to tell time, mathematics, etc.) and I am absolutely thrilled with how much he enjoys learning.
On our way to daycare Monday morning he was kind of sullen and I asked him what was wrong. He said, "Mom...I don't feel good but I don't know what hurts." I asked him if his tummy hurt and he said, "Yeah. Kind of." I told him that it was a normal feeling. I told him that's how mommy feels when fun things come to an end; like school or a fun weekend. He got a little teary eyed and told me how much he was going to miss Mrs. Wilson and his friends.
Just warms your heart, doesn't it?
I am so blessed to be the mother of such a special little boy.
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