It's all done.
It's all over.
And now we wait.
And wait.
For one lone parent who has no idea where they're going.
It's called following the car in front of you.
Trying not to be bitter, but when 34 are waiting on one, and energy and patience are running low it's hard to be anything but.
Just so I don't sound entirely resentful and pessimistic, I did have a good weekend. I love these girls.
More later--
KL
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3 comments:
haha...wow. deep breaths, KL. where are you waiting, exactly? and where are you now? you don't get internat at Ghormley, do you? impressive...
I totally had internet at Ghormley. I wrote that blog from the middle of the meadow! It was even so awesome as to be able to get one line of wifi in my cabin. It was amazing.
(how did you think I messaged you on facebook this summer?! My telekinetic powers are not quite that refined yet. Maybe someday...someday soon.)
Oh and we were waiting for a parent to arrive and pick up 5 kids so we could all leave. This parent decided she was too cool to caravan even though she had never been to Ghormley before and thus we were the last group to leave, about 45 minutes behind schedule.
Why West Side?
Why?
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