I’ve been getting a lot of kudos from all y’all for my super awesome parenting skills as they pertain to Camp Stimey. And, I know, I do totally rock and am the best mom in the whole world.
But for those of you who look at what I’ve been doing and feel angst, rest assured, I am not the supermom that I make myself out to be on Camp Stimey Saturday Summaries. My favorite comment came from Papa Echo (one of my old college pals, who happened to marry my best friend from high school, Mama Echo) on my last Saturday Summary. It said, in part:
“I’ve been instructed to “one-up” you, since you’re pretty much ruining everyone else’s summer. You and your second-rate YMCA camp… [insert description of super awesome science-y fun here] Take that, Camp Stimey (whose acronym looks somehow suspiciously like some Russian corporate oligarchy). But have a good summer.”
Touché, Papa Echo. Touché.
I’ll have you know that even though I’ve been following through on my Camp Stimey theme weeks and having a great time with my kids this summer, that the rest of my life is pretty much falling apart.
My house is a sty. I haven’t cooked a nutritious dinner for my children for five weeks. Today, after I took my kids out for soccer fun, we came home and watched Kung Fu Panda because, “Martial arts are a sport.”
It’s true. I said that.
Then I sent one of my kids to someone else’s house, entrusted the other two to my mother’s helper, and then after all that was done, they played video games and I took a nap.
My friend ALW said that it’s totally okay that my house stuff is not going great because I’m using all of my energy actively parenting my children. But she told me that I had to come clean.
So now I feel clean.