We’re into week two of day camp for PunditGirl.
The good news is that she says, “It’s GREAT!”
The bad news is that it’s over on Friday.
We made the executive decision that less camp would be a good thing for her this summer. She’s a girl who needs some serious downtime (don’t we all?!)
But after enduring a lot of whining and power struggles during the one week off between school and the first week of camp, my new question is, “Will it be good for me?”
I want it to be. I really do.
I know that in the near future my almost-second-grader will want nothing to do with me and I’ll no longer have to worry about how I’m going to keep up on my reading or socializing, because she’ll be dissing me like the teenager I can already see in her little seven-year-old psyche. I’ll have puh-LEN-ty of time very soon. I can feel it.
July and August loom large, though, and I’m already fretting for my sanity and how to keep a grip on my parenting and career at the same time. I’m hoping for some warm, mommy/daughter moments, but don’t want to set myself up for disaster.
Maybe a little white wine spritzer will help?