This morning, I got my two older boys suited up and sun blocked and dropped them off at our local baseball camp. Camp ends at 1pm, and I try to come early to watch a bit of their play, so I’m on the tick tock if I want to get anything accomplished. My youngest, actually hasn’t started camp yet, and is trucking along right beside me. Let’s go kid, chop chop. You wanted camp mommy, you got it.
I’m trying to fit in the gym, run to Payless for swim shoes for my boys and get to the store for sunblock, milk, eggs, toilet paper and cat liter. There are also clothes at the dry cleaners that she might start charging me rent for if I don’t pick them up soon, and a birthday gift that I’m a week overdue on sending.
While I’m rushing around, trying to get it all done, I run into a friend, busy doing the same. Well, sort of the same, she was running from the gym to a manicure appointment. I definitely need to work on my list.
“Can you believe it’s summer?” She asks.
I think about it for a moment. School is definitely out. The graduation ceremonies, picnics, parties and general hoopla is over. Half my town has left for sleep-away camps, but I’m still up early, packing backpacks, making snacks, entertaining, cleaning, schlepping. To me, the idea of summer vacation, instilled 100 years back, is carefree fun and frolic. This is like any other season, but with more sweat.
“Nope. I can’t believe it.” I say.
“We should get together!” She exclaims.
“Totally!” I agree.
“How about next week?”
“Oh, next week isn’t good. The boys won’t be in full day camp till the week after.”
“Hmm. We’re going on vacation that week. How bout the 18th”
“Baseball. The 24th?
“It’s camp visiting day. August 4th?”
“Uh…Baseball. How bout August 20th?”
“Ha. That’s the week, we’re going away.”
We look at each other, with a knowing smile.
“Okay then, see you after we get the kids off to school?”
We both head off in our own directions and I mentally add ‘school supplies’ to my over-crammed list.
Where does the time go?