out of the routine

These last couple of weeks have not been normal ones around here.  Last week, as I wrote before, I was at my parents' house for a few days and then babysat the twins for three days.  I also watched them on Monday and yesterday of this week, and will watch them on Friday as well.  In addition to that, Rachel's been going to VBS this week with the neighbors--our wonderful neighbors who are moving away in a few short weeks.   :(   Rachel is LOVING VBS (this is the first time she's ever gone to one and was a little apprehensive, but she absolutely loves it), loving having the twins here, and just loving life right now (well, except for this very moment because I'm making her have her first rest time in a week, since the twins have been here and she hasn't had to have one while they've been here).   We also had a Girl Scout get together this week to make sit-upons for Girl Scout day camp--the first Girl Scout event all summer.

Day camp is next week.  It will be yet another abnormal week.  My husband leaves Saturday for Honduras, my mom is coming that morning, and I have an all day training to go to that day at the camp because I'm volunteering.  She'll be here for the week, because I need her to watch Rebecca while I'm at day camp with Rachel.  I'm really regretting ever signing up to volunteer, though.  It's turning into a nightmare.  First, there's the weather to contend with.  Who wants to be outside all day every day when it feels like a very humid 100 degrees?  With 26 six and seven year olds?   I'm scared.  Neither my partner nor I really know what we're doing.  I'm hoping this training on Saturday will clear things up a bit.  But the people doing the trainings we've had so far have been doing this camp for years and it's all old hat to them.  They seem to forget that it's all new to us and we don't have a clue.

My husband is happy he'll be gone next week and won't have to listen to me complain every night.  My poor mom will have to listen to me instead....  I'm trying to have a positive attitude about it, but I'm not succeeding very well.  I'm really nervous and dreading it, actually.  He keeps telling me, "What's the worst that can happen?  Whatever it is, you only have to deal with it for five days and then it's done." 

I'm really, REALLY looking forward to the following week, when things finally get back to normal.  No more babysitting.  No more camp.  Just a couple of regular weeks to enjoy--I can't wait!!!  Then it'll be time for Rachel to go back to school.  (Part of me is really looking forward to that.  Part of me is hating the fact that she's going to be gone ALL DAY--I'm going to miss her!!  And part of me is thinking, "What in the world am I going to do with just Rebecca ALL DAY LONG!?")