I have spent the last few weeks dreaming and fantasizing about what I am going to do while my kids are at camp. I simply have not come up with one goddamn thing. Not one goddamn thing. I immediately think of getting my house back together and organized and my home office all just-so, but I know better. I know that if I spend the whole time the kids are away cleaning shit, I am going to be resentful. Really resentful. They will return back on their bus bursting with tales of good times at camp, and I will be tired and sporting cracked broken nails from cleaning. Cleaning is way out.
Then, I think that a trip to Italy would be nice or perhaps a mission of some sort to help someone less fortunate whose children are not at camp. Either of those would work for me, but unfortunately neither is on the docket for the next three weeks. It is just me and the mister at home with time on our hands. No rushing to get dinner served, no nagging to do summer reading or study for an upcoming Bar Mitzvah, no fretting over unmade beds and dirty clothes on the floor, and no locking the door (if you know what I mean). Without all the nagging, fretting, and rushing….that is a lot of time to kill with doing stuff with the door not being locked.
We were scheduled to have a handyman help us with some larger home projects, but his schedule is pushed and now we will be lucky to see him by the time school starts. With no workman at the house, not only do I not have to lock the door, but I could walk around in the buff if I wanted.
As far as camp communication goes, I am no longer waiting for mail the way I used to anxiously await the mailman’s arrival. In fact, I told my sons not to write if all they were going to say is “I am having a great time at camp.” Don’t they know I need DETAILS? My friends who have daughters get books, manuscripts, documents chock full of information, so if it is not going to be that, forget it! I want to know if they brushed their teeth, if they think of me at all, did they dance at the dance, and who their bunkmate is? Is that too much to ask? Don’t answer that!
Who can forget being an emotional hostage to Bunk1? Again, I know my kids are having fun…I have been to this rodeo before, so I do not have to hit refresh into the wee hours of the night waiting for Bunk1 to reload. I just want to see a photo of my 2 sons together, and tell them so before they leave and in my letters, and then they make me wait. And wait. And wait. And wait until the last few days of camp. They know what they are dong. They think it is funny. I don’t.
So, back to the question at hand. What will I do for the next few weeks?
- Not torture myself with what I am going to do. At least, I am going to try.
- Refuel my mind, body, and soul with food, exercise, wine, and books and wine.
- Let myself actually relax for a minute or two or even three.
- Not lock the door. Perhaps, A lot.
- Hear phantom yellings of ‘Mom’ through the house.
Ok, you got me…I may clean a little, too…And, watch a wee bit of Mad Men and SOA.
Got any suggestions?