tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post1184744886154633905..comments2023-10-14T09:44:21.840-05:00Comments on People I Want to Punch in the Throat: Top 10 Things I Hate About Sleep Away Camp With My KidsJen Piwtpitthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09576108150881254072noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-59713912062264695132012-06-16T00:02:26.105-05:002012-06-16T00:02:26.105-05:00Great job surviving camp! I know the lovely accom...Great job surviving camp! I know the lovely accomodations and food you are experiencing and I know for a fact that's no Dirty Dancing camp resort. Glad you made it back to shore safely. How does the Hubs get out of "camp"?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-74713942175107025392012-06-14T08:56:08.504-05:002012-06-14T08:56:08.504-05:00Really? You pick this trip out, plan for it, pay f...Really? You pick this trip out, plan for it, pay for it, take time off, pack up and go and then complain about it? Try something new next year.Allisonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11473773644838431878noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-89590013799214606612012-06-14T05:52:23.622-05:002012-06-14T05:52:23.622-05:00So they served you bugs in your breakfast last yea...So they served you bugs in your breakfast last year and you came back this year?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-46842731626652453772012-06-13T22:35:41.917-05:002012-06-13T22:35:41.917-05:00Loved reunion! Unfortunately going with my husban...Loved reunion! Unfortunately going with my husband would involve me gifting him (similar to the closet purse) a "I brought my wife to crappy reunion so I got this fancy golf driver"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-38614427087208574832012-06-13T22:23:58.457-05:002012-06-13T22:23:58.457-05:00Jen, reading your blog today reminded me of the ye...Jen, reading your blog today reminded me of the year I went away to camp and one of the horses had an aneurism... For the entire week we all wondered if our mystery meat was horse... To this day,no one really knows!!<br /><br />I love your blog, and you made me smile (as you always do!). Hope your week goes by quickly and goes well! <br /><br />Hang in there!!SarahJoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11153549134445157828noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-24425435600011486242012-06-13T21:52:08.391-05:002012-06-13T21:52:08.391-05:00You sound like the moms you obsess over-- you know...You sound like the moms you obsess over-- you know, the oams-- over the bunkbed thing. Who are you trying to impress? If I were your child, I would be humiliated. "yeah I wasn't allowed to sleep on the top bunk cause my mommy was afraid I would fall off" says your kid. "I can't wait to tell everyone else so they can help me make fun of him for the rest of camp" says EVERY OTHER KIDAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-40938554825264641332012-06-13T20:15:21.714-05:002012-06-13T20:15:21.714-05:00I am sorry, but that just sounds hellish. AND we ...I am sorry, but that just sounds hellish. AND we do something somewhat similar and call it "resort". At least the food at ours is fantastic. But the bugs and the dirt? Unbelievable. And the beds - the only way I can sleep is either to be completely exhausted or to crack open one of the several bottles of wine we bring with us. I hear ya, sister.Christi Bhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13660087724691842557noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-63024483627687685692012-06-13T19:41:01.023-05:002012-06-13T19:41:01.023-05:00I was thinking "Dirty Dancing" too. Don&...I was thinking "Dirty Dancing" too. Don't let them put you in a corner, Jen.Leahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01381427108530534820noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-19472670985075384482012-06-13T17:53:57.413-05:002012-06-13T17:53:57.413-05:00I hope Hubs makes you breakfast in bed for a week ...I hope Hubs makes you breakfast in bed for a week when you get back. I can't imagine doing something like this. You are a great mom.Lindsaynoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-48654204011103990892012-06-13T17:37:50.667-05:002012-06-13T17:37:50.667-05:00Every year I want to take a vacation to the beach....Every year I want to take a vacation to the beach. Lounge by the pool and read all day, go out to eat every meal and shop shop shop at the outlets! That's not asking too much, is it? Well, apparently it is because every single year I find myself sleeping in the dirt, cooking every meal on a rickety old camp stove, showering in a spider infested bathroom (trying to wash my hair but not extend my elbows so that I won't touch the walls or the moldy shower curtain. Oh yeah and do it in under 2 minutes before the quarters run out), and by the third day wearing musty smelling damp clothes. Yes, camping. I have two boys and all they want to do is camp. Tent camp. There are some nice parts of it but man I want to sit in some hot, white sand SO bad.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00442840192071137281noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-51984838307955810582012-06-13T16:49:07.033-05:002012-06-13T16:49:07.033-05:00Does anyone else think this camp sounds like a ver...Does anyone else think this camp sounds like a version of the place from Dirty Dancing?Sarahhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00826783848624296721noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-45020376327831829822012-06-13T15:52:50.630-05:002012-06-13T15:52:50.630-05:00I've never heard of this family camp thing. So...I've never heard of this family camp thing. Sounds horrible. I don't even like sleepig in hotels because, you know, I'm not allowed to bring my own bed and my fan that cancels out all annnoying noises.Angiehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13837436353149870334noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-53170961065667755432012-06-13T14:55:03.574-05:002012-06-13T14:55:03.574-05:00The image of that giant hornet is going to haunt m...The image of that giant hornet is going to haunt me for the rest of my life.Jennhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05555552450454716604noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-50910564755856144062012-06-13T14:36:21.820-05:002012-06-13T14:36:21.820-05:00Jen, you're the best mom ever!Jen, you're the best mom ever!This Is Fifty With Lilhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00505731834859692252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-72907326249942400402012-06-13T13:46:32.811-05:002012-06-13T13:46:32.811-05:00What a good mom you are! I love my little boy, but...What a good mom you are! I love my little boy, but I don't think I could brave anything with the word "camp" in it, unless there's such a thing as "all day spa camp."<br /><br />Again, you. are. a. good. mom.Alinoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-16483849163341426482012-06-13T13:45:31.773-05:002012-06-13T13:45:31.773-05:00Yes, you will kill at the talent show next year wi...Yes, you will kill at the talent show next year with your witty list of 10+ things & Gomer. Thanks for keeping me laughing!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-22968922103320566082012-06-13T12:46:29.528-05:002012-06-13T12:46:29.528-05:00Okay, so I admit that I was excited for you and a ...Okay, so I admit that I was excited for you and a little jealous that you'd be going to family camp this week. I thought it sounded great - wifi, activities for kids so you can chill, not cooking, etc. BUT, I was also imagining a nice suite where the kids sleep in a separate room, your get your own comfy bed, extended family members stay in their own sweet suite. Not hell's waiting room, like you described! <br />Thankfully, my envy is now gone. NO amount of family pressure will get me there. Good luck with the rest of the week, though! Sounds like it's improving...Eileenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01552292646920193990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-67804162032117979972012-06-13T12:11:39.284-05:002012-06-13T12:11:39.284-05:00Where is this camp? I MUST go!Where is this camp? I MUST go!Erica Gutowskihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15729595805749097529noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-18882493366235589452012-06-13T12:02:15.432-05:002012-06-13T12:02:15.432-05:00Bhahaa I was thinking cult camp too! WTF? You have...Bhahaa I was thinking cult camp too! WTF? You have to STAY THERE WITH THEM AND OTHER FAMILIES?? I'll do camping if it's in my OWN tent with my 16" air mattress with flocked top, down blankets and pillow, earbuds, wine, sleeping pills, and my phone with data connection.Emmahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14937530762356813311noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-38723950095108259022012-06-13T11:18:45.557-05:002012-06-13T11:18:45.557-05:00I remember my first time at camp. It didn't l...I remember my first time at camp. It didn't last long. A couple hours in, I impaled my foot on a rusty nail and it was off to get a tennis shot for me! Wear shoes!Linda Royhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11285985403444531922noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-27427309594959759512012-06-13T11:14:36.528-05:002012-06-13T11:14:36.528-05:00I went to camp with my son when he was in elementa...I went to camp with my son when he was in elementary school. Not too many moms did, but I thought I'd like doing all the fun "stuff". I remembered I USED to be athletic. Well, wow, what a horrible idea. Cold showers, bugs, 2 zillion mosquito bites, piles of white bread with butter at every meal. Dedicated mom that I am, though, I went back the next year -- and then made Dad take over after that. Man, that was too much for me. Kudos to you for going with your kids. Not a lot of mom will do that. (I did always wish I'd snuck in some booze, though. A little shot at bedtime would have helped a lot some nights!)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-20592782201753785712012-06-13T11:01:09.479-05:002012-06-13T11:01:09.479-05:00I am going camping in less then 2 weeks with 4 oth...I am going camping in less then 2 weeks with 4 other adults & 10 kids between the ages of 16-8. Before you think I've lost my mind, its 2 miles from the beach, has marble water fall showers, & 4 pools and a crap load of things for the kids to do. <br />Even still, I'm bringing booze,Kihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09758839283856918797noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-37407010263416011812012-06-13T10:41:25.905-05:002012-06-13T10:41:25.905-05:00I used to work at a camp as maintainence, then as ...I used to work at a camp as maintainence, then as a cook.Let me tell you,it's not any easier on the people working there either.We hated when it rained too because of all the work cleaning out the bathouses and dining hall every day(we had to wait until the end of the week to clean the lodge and cabins).No lie, one of our tools to clean was a shovel because even though we had big trash cans everywhere and we took out garbage every day, we always had big mounds of trash to scoop up.<br />Also,poop in the pool was bad, but not the worst thing I've seen in there.That award would have to go to the raccoons(one dead,one alive).So glad I didn't get the short straw on getting either one of those things out.Blech!<br />The camp we hated the most was this church in the richest part of town-those kids/counselors were not only slobs, but they were rude.<br />Ironically,the camp we loved the most was an outreach camp for kids in the inner city whose parents were Thai/Vietnamese immigrants-those kids were so sweet,polite, and cleaned up after themselves.spymayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12000048306408616538noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-45923377657684034422012-06-13T09:41:34.201-05:002012-06-13T09:41:34.201-05:00...also...didn't you smuggle in some booze? Yo......also...didn't you smuggle in some booze? You need to bring better suppliesfiftyfinallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16019730729530487031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5984487997306130330.post-37968564196411882712012-06-13T09:39:17.950-05:002012-06-13T09:39:17.950-05:00summer....kids....
when my kids were little, most ...summer....kids....<br />when my kids were little, most of their friends (and some relatives) parents were divorced, seperated etc...<br />I was jealous of all the parents who send their kids to their ex's for summer holiday visitation...<br />The best time to be seperated from your spouce has got to be during the summer...fiftyfinallyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16019730729530487031noreply@blogger.com