Can't Kick It

Two weeks ago, I took my 5th graders to their camp experience. Now, this camp experience isn't something that is for the weak hearted. This is full on camp for two and a half days AWAY from home, sleeping in barracks and having school outside no matter whether it's raining sideways or not. Yeah, camp.

I have to say that the first session totally lucked out because the daily weather wasn't rain hitting you in the face in a gale force wind. No, it was actually sunny the first day, cloudy the second, and wet the third. (It rained in the night the second night after we'd gone to bed, but stopped before we actually had classes the next morning.)

The kids (and teachers) come home EXHAUSTED. I mean tired-er than tired. The first session goes up Monday morning early, then comes home Wednesday afternoon. The first session teachers have two more days to teach the kids until the weekend. It's pretty tough, on us and the kids, trying to come back and learn/teach something meaningful.

It was a long week. Our spring break holiday is scheduled right after camp, however, for me it was not a holiday. It was spent cleaning house, moving 20 yards of dirt around the front yard, seeding the lawn with grass seed and finding out my grandma has lung cancer that has metastasized into her brain.

So, there really wasn't any rest. Just rest. We went, went, went ALL week and weekend long.

I'm tired. And I can't seem to shake the bad attitude that has infested my being.

Apparently, I need a vacation from my vacation.