In the meantime, I will comment on my excitement for tomorrow. We get to go pick up Bryana from her first overnight-away-from-mom-and-dad-camp and I can't wait. I've been worrying about her since we dropped her off. I almost changed my mind that she could go. It was my "What was I thinking? She's just a baby. I'm a terrible mother, sending her off alone in the woods to be eaten by bears!" moment.I recovered, sort of, but I will be very glad to go pick her up tomorrow and find out that her unbearable homesickness was all in my imagination, that she didn't miss us at all and is ready to go to college, thank you very much!
On the other hand, we think that we have found the cure for Allison's temper fits. Only-childhood. Yup. It has been two days since we dropped Bryana off at camp and we haven't had a single melt down or temper fit since. Allison has become the epitome of a reasonable, sweet, temper-free child. We figure this is either related to not having to compete for attention or fear of us dropping HER off alone in the woods to be eaten by bears. Either way, we figure we only have 18 hours or so left before a relapse - as soon as we pick Bryana up tomorrow. :)
So I have one daughter who away at camp, homesick, crying for her parents in between being snacked on by a bear and the other perfectly happy now that she has experienced the life of an only-child. A mother's guilt never ends....
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