|Yes, I am guilty of all three this year!|
This year's camp saga started during our family vacation two weeks ago, when a headache kept Claire from sleeping during our last night at our favorite campground. We blamed the high elevation and the three older Nerds divided her share of the work as we broke camp. She seemed better after a shower, a mosquito-free dinner, and a night in a real bed and was fine during a visit to the Great Sand Dunes the next day, but said she wasn't feeling "too good" the following morning. It wasn't until she uncharacteristically refused a slice of pie at a street market, however, that I realized how bad she felt, and she remained sick for the rest of the trip.
Five days later, when Claire was still coughing and feverish and Hannah was also developing symptoms, I called our doctor, who ordered a chest X-ray and a throat culture in spite of a full appointment schedule. When the technician peeked at the X-ray slides, had a quick word with the doctor, and returned to inform us that a throat culture wouldn't be necessary after all, I realized what that meant and began fretting about whether either girl would be able to attend camp this year. Claire, however, was ecstatic - a pneumonia diagnosis meant no one would be scraping the back of her throat after all!
Thanks to a few days' rest and our excellent and compassionate doctor, who prescribed a round of antibiotics for each girl, House Full of Nerds is able to bring you the following, albeit brief, documentation of the two younger members' departure for Girl Scout camp.
|My sister and I never would've looked this glum at the prospect of spending 6 days away from each other!|
Thank goodness the buses for the two camps showed up at about the same time. After a few more photos (none of which included either child next to the bus, with the counselors, or boarding the bus) and several minutes of standing around, we said one last goodbye and I put them on their separate buses and then drove off. I wasn't the only parent to leave before the buses did and I assume most of the folks who stayed behind were first-timers or maybe really fond of diesel fumes. I'm far from a first-timer - this is Hannah's sixth year at camp and Claire's fourth. Wow. I used to squirrel away old day camp t-shirts and too-short jeans for them to wear to camp, carefully going through the packing list myself. This year, I helped locate a missing pocketknife, wrote out instructions for each daughter's medication for the camp nurse (the girls packed their meds themselves, including that final dose of antibiotics), and made a couple of trips to the store for mosquito netting and toiletries. Other than that, they were on their own. Well, okay - I did insist on their showing me that they'd packed sunscreen, too, so I guess "bad parent" doesn't apply so much as... "experienced"? "trusting"? Yes to both of those, but mostly I'm eager for a few days alone with my spouse!