School camp!
Is it just me or does everyone recommend a good dose of school camp for every parent?
I had a great time last week (not withstanding –5 degrees at Cania Gorge with nothing for protection but a thin piece of canvas and a couple of Panadol to dull the pain…thank you medicine man).
I just loved spending a week with the kids. Year seven’s are great. No real boy girl angst yet (not withstanding one midnight run by a four man delegation charged with asking out the school captain….)
Most of the time the kids are just great friends…heaps of laughs and lots of love and support between them.
If you’ve ever entertained the thought that teachers don’t earn their money, I think you definitely need a dose of camp…
With a hundred kids on tour, there is never a moment when someone isn’t saying “Excuse me Mrs Burke, my tummy hurts”,
“Can I go and wash my hands?”,
“I’m thirsty and I forgot my water bottle”,
“I’ve lost my hat”,
“I’ve lost my gloves”,
“I can’t find my sleeping bag”,
“Those girls aren’t talking to me…” It is absolutely constant.
Anyone who knows me, knows my parenting style isn’t exactly summed up by the word ‘patience’. It’s more along the lines of, “You’re thirsty? Really? In the middle of nowhere? And you forgot you water bottle? Do you want me to spit in your mouth”
When things are lost I tend to respond with “…Well, retrace your steps sweetheart…BECAUSE I HAVEN’T TOUCHED IT!’ Not exactly helpful I know but not as bad as my friend Lisa Kawolski’s Mum who used to say “Is my face red?” “No Mum” “Well it’s not up my bum then is it…”
Anyway, back to the teachers! I don’t know how many times I heard them say, “Come on…we’ll look for it together!”,
“…Here’s a spare water bottle!”,
“….you can wear my jacket if you’re cold!”,
“..if you can’t walk with the others we’ll stay back together!”
Like I said, I loved it.
And finally, the stuff I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone….
If your kid came on camp and despite the fact they have never taken Panadol before, suddenly consider paracetamol compulsory every four hours…call Bruce Shelton (aka the medicine man) xx
I had a great time last week (not withstanding –5 degrees at Cania Gorge with nothing for protection but a thin piece of canvas and a couple of Panadol to dull the pain…thank you medicine man).
I just loved spending a week with the kids. Year seven’s are great. No real boy girl angst yet (not withstanding one midnight run by a four man delegation charged with asking out the school captain….)
Most of the time the kids are just great friends…heaps of laughs and lots of love and support between them.
If you’ve ever entertained the thought that teachers don’t earn their money, I think you definitely need a dose of camp…
With a hundred kids on tour, there is never a moment when someone isn’t saying “Excuse me Mrs Burke, my tummy hurts”,
“Can I go and wash my hands?”,
“I’m thirsty and I forgot my water bottle”,
“I’ve lost my hat”,
“I’ve lost my gloves”,
“I can’t find my sleeping bag”,
“Those girls aren’t talking to me…” It is absolutely constant.
Anyone who knows me, knows my parenting style isn’t exactly summed up by the word ‘patience’. It’s more along the lines of, “You’re thirsty? Really? In the middle of nowhere? And you forgot you water bottle? Do you want me to spit in your mouth”
When things are lost I tend to respond with “…Well, retrace your steps sweetheart…BECAUSE I HAVEN’T TOUCHED IT!’ Not exactly helpful I know but not as bad as my friend Lisa Kawolski’s Mum who used to say “Is my face red?” “No Mum” “Well it’s not up my bum then is it…”
Anyway, back to the teachers! I don’t know how many times I heard them say, “Come on…we’ll look for it together!”,
“…Here’s a spare water bottle!”,
“….you can wear my jacket if you’re cold!”,
“..if you can’t walk with the others we’ll stay back together!”
Like I said, I loved it.
And finally, the stuff I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone….
If your kid came on camp and despite the fact they have never taken Panadol before, suddenly consider paracetamol compulsory every four hours…call Bruce Shelton (aka the medicine man) xx
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