You know how sometimes people are unaware of their own injuries and trauma because of the adrenaline pumping through their system after an accident? But then after a little while, the evidence of the trauma is more obvious and they lose consciousness after the adrenaline wanes?
Wait, is that even true? Or did I see it on Grey's Anatomy? Everything I know about medicine is thanks to Ellen Pompeo and Sandra Oh.
Anyway, I just sat down in Panera for a few minutes while Jack is at a pirate art class and that kind of happened to me. I was feeling ready to get some work done, but about 5 minutes after getting here, I was nodding off. Just sitting here at my computer, with my fingers in the ready position and my eyes closed. I've been running on adrenaline.
This is our first week of camps, after two weeks of pretty intense staff training. It's going well, but it's hard. Juggling that schedule, the schedules of three kids, all while maintaining sanity is proving to be more difficult this year than ever before. Maybe we're getting too old to keep up. Maybe it's having three kids. I don't know for sure, but I'm exhausted.
Jack's in Adventure Day Camp this year and I have to physically restrain myself from going over and asking him how he's doing and making sure he's wearing sunscreen every time I see him. Kyle and I trained the counselors . . . we know that they're awesome . . . we have no doubts . . . so what is my problem?
I saw Jack walking with a group of friends on Monday and he waved. I waved back and blew him a kiss and instantly wished I could take it back as I saw him smirk and his face turn red. He looked away, embarrassed that I would show any sort of affection toward him IN FRONT OF HIS FRIENDS. But as they walked away, he stayed in the back of the group and turned around and blew one back so that no one could see him doing it. He'll love his mom no matter how old he gets . . . he tells me this on a regular basis.
Bennett really likes being at camp but is TIRED and isn't napping well. He is go-go-go all day and I think has a hard time falling asleep when he's not in his own bedroom. I'd dare say that he's the cutest 2-year-old I've ever seen or heard. I love talking to him, because he has such an adult vocabulary and way of putting sentences together, but still talks like he's a 2-year-old. I can't help but smile every time we talk. It warms my heart just typing about it. He loves his balance bike and scoots around on that thing faster than I think he would with pedals!
And Claire . . . sweet Claire. I've never seen a baby as happy as she is. It's so funny when people look at her and she smiles at them and they say, "Oh my goodness . . . she smiled at me!" I hate to burst their bubble and say, "She'd smile at a wet rag if you held it in front of her" so I just say, "She must really like you." She's getting playful and loves to pull the burp cloth off of her head for games of "peek a boo." I'm thinking I'll start her on solid foods this week . . . if I find the time. I gave her a sippy cup with water today and she liked gnawing on it. She pushes herself in circles, but isn't really close to crawling yet. Ben and Jack were both crawling and pulling themselves up by 6 months, so it's nice to have things move a little more slowly. But I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel a tiny bit guilty about the fact that she rarely has tummy time. I don't think she's any worse off for it, though.
Life is good and I don't want to wish away the summer. But sitting here at Panera right now, I'm thinking about how lovely September will be.