Woman at Camp with Lists

Apparently, I don't have much to write about these days. Lots of ideas are floating around in my head or, as Jacob says, my head is surrounded by things to think about. Joe is presently sleeping (he does that a lot when I blog), Ben is at the farm helping Daddy with hay, and Jacob and Hannah are playing some sort of game in the garage. It is finally hot around these parts and it actually looks and feels like summer. It hasn't even rained in two days. Thus, Dave has been at the farm for the past two days helping with the cutting, raking and baling of the hay. (And to think that seven years ago I didn't even know what a stook was.)

Swimming lessons are drawing to a close and we are preparing to head out for a week's vacation at a Catholic family camp. I am at the point of preparation when I shake my head and wonder why I signed up for a week's vacation at a Catholic family camp. (See above picture.)

I made a list of what needs to get done before our departure - perhaps I should remove the painting of Hannah's room- and Joe promptly scratched out the whole thing with a pencil that he had found lying around. A word from above?

I am slowly starting to realise that things somehow always get done without the zealous organisation that sends me into a flurry of busyness and the eventual explosion of anger and tears (all on my part). Maybe I should just schedule in the anger and tears and then we can all know when to expect the falling apart of Mommy:) Dave is much more relaxed and follows a simpler philosophy: by Sunday morning we'll be on the road and if we have bathing suits and toothbrushes, we'll be OK. (And, hopefully, all four kids will also be strapped into their carseats because 7 hours is a long way to drive to retrieve a child.)

So, if I don't post again until next weekend, you'll know why. While I do know that the camp has running water and power, I'm pretty sure it is not yet wireless... And now, off to make more lists because according to the master list, more lists are required.

(And to any would be villain who reads this post and thinks, "Ahah, there house is empty for a week!" - relax, we have four kids, one teacher's salary and our TV isn't even flat-screened. So, if you're looking for Size 5 diapers and some crib sheets, feel free to stop in but watch out for the dog.)