We made it. Despite synced calendars, a multi-tab spreadsheet and electronic funds transfer, we somehow managed to double book camp last week. That left this week looming with an entire five days to both work and act as cruise director for the kid’s summer enjoyment.
What happened? Nothing. And it was perfect. With a little benign neglect, some help from the grandparents, and a pack of Sculpey clay, the girls made it through the week with only a few moments of whinging boredom.
Cries of boredom were ignored. Unless there was blood. Then I threw a box of Band-Aids down the basement.
Conference calls were taken. Work was done. Less than a case of wine was drunk. I’m calling that a successful week as a summer cruise director.
Yesterday was all about patience and anticipation. After a week apart, Cecilia was coming home and the last six hours were almost unbearable for Allison. Even the final scenes of Anne of Green Gables could not distract her. Surprisingly, the five disc 1980’s mini-series had held her in rapt attention all week. I’m not sure if it was fine Canadian acting, the lush palate of Prince Edward Island or Gilbert’s boyish good looks, but she was all-in on Anne’s adventures and foibles. I was just happy to avoid the Tanner family for another week.