My children, like nearly all children that attend school, I imagine, were beside themselves excited for school to end. No matter how much I tried to explain that while the routine of school may have felt oppressive at times, that routine, that built in time with friends and daily specials and learning new things every day would be missed, they didn’t believe me. When I was seven, I wouldn’t have believed me either.
This past weekend I went ‘camping’ with my in laws at Elk Neck State Park. (By camping I mean they have an RV that they parked at a campground with electric and water hookup. I pitched a tent next to it in an effort to try to emulate the ‘true’ camping experience but sleeping on the ground sucks and I only made it one night.)
The park is 11 miles from the house where I grew up. Even so, I was only there one time as a kid and that was a park and walk trip to see the light house there (Turkey Point Lighthouse). This got me thinking about vacationing where you live. Not a staycation, mind you, as a stay at home mom of sorts I already have too much stay, not enough ‘cation.
My daughter just turned nine on Saturday. My big plan for her birthday was to take her to the local carnival, buy a zillion dollars worth of tickets and junk food, and let her go nuts. The evening would finish with her very own fireworks display. All this and I wouldn't have to bake a cake or throw a party. It was one big birthday loophole and I was taking advantage of it.
I had a number nine candle and a box of matches in my purse ready to make any dessert she came up with her makeshift birthday cake. I had a foolproof plan... until the sky turned black.
I like to throw things.