My girl and I are headed out today for a family weekend at Camp Sweeney for kids with T1 diabetes. The weather is supposed to be spectacular, but I think it is still a bit early to swim in the lake.
Last year my girl (then 6) went to Sweeney for a week-long camp and she spent a lot of time crying. She is very attached to me at bedtime and had a very hard time with home sickness, so this year we decided to do the weekend camp together. Little does she know, this weekend is prep for the three week camp next summer. Her daddy and I need a break!
She'll be 8, turning 9 at the end of summer then, and I figure she'll be over us (Ha!). So hubby and I are planning a trip (in our heads) to the Mexican Riviera, even if it is just for four nights or so. We haven't spent "quality" time alone since she was born. Actually, our last vacation alone was during the Millennium New Year where we went to San Francisco. I was pregnant and didn't know it until I got home from the airport at nearly midnight and peed on a pregnancy test.
My man is starting a new position with UPS as a driver, so he can't travel with us this weekend. He has been clerking there for 2 1/2 years, which allowed me the flexibility to start my own business, as UPS provides full benefits to the WHOLE family not no cost (besides his sweat & blood); he just had to work minimum of 25 hours per week. He has worked nights for as long as he's been there and operated another business from home during the day.
So, this weekend is a test run, prep for future spousal vacation. We'll have two weeks vacation next summer to use and I hope my girl is ready for three weeks of fun at camp.
