So... here's the thing, maybe you didn't know this about me, but I love summer camp! I do. I love to watch The Parent Trap and can quote the Hayley Mills and Lindsay Lohan version to the point where no one wants to watch those with me. Meatballs, CAMP, Camp Nowhere, Heavyweights... I love all those movies about camp.
I love TV shows about camp too. Salute Your Shorts and Bug Juice were top favorites of my childhood. And pretty much any book about summer camp too. Starting with the American Girl doll book about Molly going to summer camp and pretty much any time anyone went to camp in any series. I love camp. I was a kid who went to summer camp and I loved every single second.
*Ahem* summer camp. With cabins, provided toilet paper, counselors, and those who prepare your food. Camping camping... is not in my wheelhouse. Because I pay a mortgage so I have no need to pretend to be homeless thank you very much.
ANYWAY, the kids just got back from a week away at camp. This year we spread our wings and tried a new to us camp. A Catholic camp three hours away. And it was phenomenal! We took them up last Sunday.
We picked them up Friday afternoon and I was happy because I missed them!
But I know they had such a good time and I am so thankful for a safe, friendly, beautiful place to send them. We always said that their previous camp wasn't ever going to be our forever camp... but this... this felt like home to me.
So in case you were wondering where the kids were again... it was camp. July was our kid free month as it happens! They were gone for 16 days in there between my parent's and camp! But now they're home where they belong and we have a few more weeks of summer fun before school gets rolling.