It was 7.20.11 in the afternoon when I got the call from Keith, the camp director. Although I was not needed for the summer originally, a call came that afternoon inviting me to come work for a week in the kitchen. There was going to be a gap that needed to be filled, and I got the call.
Although a week's notice is quick, these dates actually worked out fine. My mom stepped up to the plate to watch my 2.5 year old, Lucy, who was too young to attend the camp (without any hired childcare). While mom would watch during the week, my husband would watch her some nights and on the weekend. My hopes of attending camp once more were becoming a reality. And my husband was even getting excited watching the joy overcome me.
Now let the packing begin! It's time to get together t-shirts, shorts, some comfy shoes, bedding and a swimsuit, and by golly, I'll be out of here next week!
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