A couple of days ago I returned from my annual trip to The Lake to work as the First Aid Officer at a summer camp. I love this camp. I love going. This year I patched together enough help that I could leave the kids with their Dad and a few Grandparents and go ALONE. I know! What a concept!
Now, I wasn't really alone as I had to watch over the staff and campers, but I had my own cabin, and my own time to do whatever I wanted. I read. I knit. I watched cheesy movies. I went swimming with a lovely black Lab and her sweet owner. I sang the same campfire songs that I have sung for decades.
The dark circles that are always under my eyes disappeared, even after a couple of 16 hour days of tending to the various and sundry illnesses and injuries that happen at a summer camp. The tension that is always lingering between my shoulder blades and in my forehead almost disappeared. I feel refreshed and restored.
Of course, all good things have to come to an end, and my re-entry into the real world is not coming without some speed bumps. I still have a bit of unpacking to do. Laundry. I brought home the bulk of it as my mom loves me and always sends the kids she looks after home with clean things, but now that we are all home the daily laundry added to my camp laundry has set me back a bit. When all of the kids are trying to make up for my absence for a week by all clambering for my attention I feel the tension in my shoulders creeping back in and I have a "Marge Simpson" moment.
It was sooooo worth it.