Time for me to man-up for a minute. I have to make a confession... and since I am not a practitioner of the Roman faith, I'm not going to have to go to the local priest to do it. I'll just do it right here. My confession is simply this: I often wish that I could have some child-free time. There... I said it.
Have any of you ever felt that way? Probably. You have probably wished for a few hours of quiet time in which to do nothing, or have some respite from constant chatter, or some quiet (or maybe not-so-quiet) time with your spouse. Well, even if you haven't... I have, and child-free time is what we had in spades this week.
Soccer Girl is at summer Camp!
Yup. Two weeks with the Girls Scouts, in the Virginia hills... riding horses, canoeing, rafting, campfires, singalongs... the whole shootin' match! I'm sure that she is having a good time, but I have to say that I miss the little so-and-so something terribly. I am really looking forward to Saturday, when Mrs GF and I drive off in the early morning hours to pick her up.... no, she isn't coming home yet, but even the two week campers have to go away on saturday morning. This gives the camp staff a short break, and lets them get the camp ready for the next week of camp which starts on Sunday afternoon.
So, my family will once again be intact... at least for about 24 hours.
See you tomorrow, baby.
PS: I know that I promised you all a post about my new ink, but it will have to wait until Sunday evening... I'm doing laundry as we speak.
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