This was our camping schedule for Saturday, June 9:
9:30 arrive at camp, unpack and set up cabin
10:00 rock climbing wall
11:00 critter discover
1:30 swimming & beach time
3:00 tie-dying and candle making
4:30 giant swing
???? lights out
If Juneathon rules allowed for substitutions, I’d hand my baton to Thing 3. But they don’t, and while I didn’t get to rock climb or swim or giant swing (read: catapult), there was plenty of walking and walking and walking. So although my Juneathon effort for 6/9 was meager, it was there.
I learned a few things about myself on this trip.
- I don’t like 24 hours straight of non-stop noise.
- I have much less patience for 8 year olds than many (maybe all?) of the other mothers. I don’t know if it’s because Things 1 & 2 are significantly older and I used up my store of patience on them (and for many of my fellow brownie moms, their 8 year olds are either first or second borns).
- my Thing 3 is a good sport to have such a curmudgeon of a parent.
- I still love camping and singing cheesy songs and eating s’mores. That will never get old.
- i’m lucky that Thing 3 is so enthusiastic–we’re going to continue to have lots of fun together. I’m really pleased at how she tried some new things. The “giant swing” (which really was a catapult–complete misnomer for that activity) was terrifying. The child was clipped into a harness and then pulled up (by her fellow brownies) to a significant height), and then the child released the rope and FLEW over the treetops back and forth. Thing 3 wasn’t so eager to try, but she did, and boy did she love it. As someone who’s deathly afraid of heights and speed, I admired her attitude.
Juneathon stats for 6/9:
miles run: none
paths walked: trillions
# of children catapulted: 14
# of s’mores eaten (by all): 25
# of campsongs sung: 8
# of times campsongs were repeated: kajillion!