Tuesday, May 27, 2014


Can I make a confession?

I'm not ready for summer.

It's not just the fact that I can't seem to find all of my summer clothes, or the part where I wanted to have some stuff put together for the housekeepers by now. It's not even the fact that I had a couple days off this weekend and now all I want to do is crawl over the Hills and hike and kayak and not have any responsibilities.

Although that last one in particular doesn't help at all.

The big one is that this year, I have a much better grasp of what I'm getting myself into. Last year, I was the new kid -- although I'd worked out here as a summer team member, I'd never been A Boss. And I had no idea what I was getting myself into. July was half over before I got a grasp on anything and by then there was no changing things.

This year, I'm looking at the summer with a much clearer view and the arrogance of a sophomore. Isn't it always the second year folks that seem to think they have it all together? After all, now I know what doesn't work! And I know what to avoid! I've got some of that lovely arrogance mixed with the cold, logical realization that I don't have it all together. I'm still missing pieces and I have plenty of deans to get ahold of and oh yeah, I should have a task sheet put together for my housekeepers...

Don't get me wrong. I'm looking forward to summer. Camps are fun, the summer team certainly looks interesting this year, and we should have three whole months without snow on the ground. So that's nice.

But oh, am I not ready for it.

Of course, in the grand scheme of things it's 9 weeks of craziness followed by 43 weeks of ... slightly less craziness. Okay, so maybe 39 weeks of slightly less and 4 random mixed in weeks of considerably less. The bottom line is that this is only 17% of the year and while it's certainly mayhem from beginning to end, it's manageable mayhem. We have extra staff. The weather generally cooperates. (At least in comparison.) And it's kids, who are usually happy to be here.

Doesn't matter. As much as I may rationalize, I know that come August I'll sleep for five solid days because my body will be ready to give out on me. I know I'll blink and things will be over.

So here I sit, on the eve of the summer, trying to get everything in order before it all breaks loose.

Wish me luck.


Ally said...

Not gonna lie. Sometimes I come to your blog and live vicariously through you for a bit. Have fun! (And then blog about it so I can read along!)

Ashley said...

I just went, "Is that THE Ally?!" By all means, come by anytime! I'll try to keep things interesting. At least sometimes. :)