It’s not that we didn’t have some good times, but…well…don’t let the Tupperware bin lid hit you on the way to storage. It all started innocently enough with Greenleigh’s first field trip, but I soon realized the amount of work it was going to take to maintain the field trip habit. Sure, I loved that just the sight of her blue field trip shirt would make the mornings go smoother, but before I knew it I felt very trapped by her camp t-shirt. It became a uniform, and I’m not quite ready for uniform days yet. Whatever happened to a mom dressing her child in whatever’s clean? That’s not so wrong, is it? And it didn’t help that the shirt needed to be worn 4-5 times per week and I could only manage to get my hands on 2 of them. I’m convinced that nothing keeps the laundry moving like a camp t-shirt, because the amount of laundry done in my house during the months of July and August was probably three times the normal amount. Seriously.
But as of last week I’m free of the shirt. Camp is over. And today, I decided that it was time to move the camp t-shirts (that I cursed at more than once) to storage. So it’s time to say goodbye to the shirt that tormented me.
Adios to the nights when I would wake up startled, run down stairs, and do a 3am load of laundry because I forgot to wash the shirt before bed.
Adieu to the mornings when I would wake up to find that although I put it in the dryer the night before, it wasn’t completely dry yet, so we had to sit and wait for it to dry…making me late for work in the process.
Arrivederci to ripping apart piles of folded laundry only to find the sought after camp t-shirt at the very bottom. Naturally, none of the laundry was still folded when the shirt was located.
Aloha to the days when I forgot it was field trip day altogether and had to run home to retrieve the camp t-shirt…making me late in the process. (Okay, I know that Aloha technically means hello and goodbye, but I was running out of “A” words. Trust me, in this case, it means goodbye. No doubt about it.)
Au revoir to the evenings where I would fumble my way through Greenleigh’s dark bedroom trying to retrieve said shirt so it could be washed. Only to wake her up in the process and have to go through the nighttime routine all over again to get her back to sleep.
Until next year. I will not miss you.
