Sigh. That was a big sigh of relief that things are FINALLY starting to chill out a little bit. I mean, as chill as things can be with 50 inner-city kids arriving at camp tomorrow morning. However, the routine and feeling like this is home (for a little while at least) is starting to make everything ok again. I'm not big on chaos, something you might not know from examining the state of my house and car at any given time.
Tomorrow's the big day when the kiddos get here - I can hardly wait! Seriously, I am super-duper excited to meet them, see the ones who are back from last year, and some of my kiddos from Metro Kidz are even coming. The part of camp I love is the part when the kids are here, not the planning/prep/set-up etc that precedes their arrival.
This week, we've been organized into "work teams" and have been hard at work setting up volleyball courts, putting up giant teepees, cleaning out storage sheds, and deep cleaning the cabins. Understand, however, that I use the term "we" loosely here.
Here's team one, hard at work:
And team two, hammering something or another:
And here's team three: What? Someone had to break in the pool.