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.