Wide open spaces

I feel like my weekends (my only time off) are white pages, completely open and available for me to fill in however I please, while the rest of my days force me to write in the margins of a dull plotline. Wide open spaces for me to twirl around in until I fall over, dizzy, body in the tall sunlight grass and dreams heavenward in the sky, blue with dancing clouds.

I have to breathe deep these times: they pass quickly and leave me in the cramped, small places, without any air, suffocating with monotony.

You're one of those white people...

Work is so ...workish. I'm looking so forward to the weekend... but it's so far away...a whole other day of children and insanity. (BTW, the above was said by one of my children, who is of Lebonese descent, regarding why I need to wear lots of sunscreen...she meant it in the color (not race) sense.)

In other news I got to see Meaghan yesterday. It was so exciting, but sad, too. It was a time full of empty spaces. Now that we aren't living together, feeling the rhythms of each other's lives, it's strange. It was incredibly weird to see her in the 'real' world.

She's moving to Utah on Saturday morning.

From the Windoooow, to the kitchen (to the kitchen) -- I need more hot sauce on my chicken!

I've officially survived my first week of full-time daycamp counselor work. And it is hard. And full-time is long. And I eat like I'm in kindergarten all over again; I have an apple, a sandwich, a drink, and, if I'm lucky, a cookie. Woo! Every darn day. But my kids are cute, for the most part, and even if they misbehave and then get mad at me for putting them in time out or whatever, they forget after awhile and forgive me and it's all dandy.

I hardly ever get to sit down and I have to wear tennis shoes all the time and I am sunburned from swimming on Tuesday where there were so many kids in the pool it looked like salmon spawning.

And games are lovely but tiring and they always want to play the same ones and, at least I am one week down.

Seven more to go.

By the way, the title is a chant my kids kept repeating on the bus. Weird little children.

Brain storm

Okay, y'all, I'm calling in back up. I need ideas for my kids; we have to plan our own danged lesson plans. About 17 activities a day. Following a "theme" of sorts. So I'm calling in all recruits to help me brainstorm activities, games and crafts and stuff, since my coworkers seem braindead in that area.

Here's the themes for the next 8 weeks of my life....9 hours a day, 5 days a week.

Missin Science -- Carrollton's Bravest and Finest -- Dinosovery -- Cultures Take Flight -- It's a Jungle Out There -- Creatures Great and Small -- Magic, Fun and Games -- Leisure Activities

GIVE ME ALL YOUR IDEAS!