Monday, March 12, 2007

Camping Just Got a Lot More Complicated

My son is finally leaving today on his school camping trip. It's a soon to be ending tradition in our school district that all of the fifth graders go for a week to this camp out of state. My son has been looking forward to this trip for a year now as he's never been to camp before. He had his eye on canoeing and archery and whatever other kind of crazy outdoor thing you can do. All of this semester we've been slowly getting the supplies he was going to need (sleeping bag, etc.) It seemed like every week we were receiving a reminder about forms that needed to be filled out or supplies that the kids needed to have. Needless to say we were all excited as this weekend approached.

So I'm also sure you can imagine what a kick in the crotch it was to take my son into the ER this weekend with an injured arm. He had hurt it on Thursday and by Friday evening his hand had swelled to a frightening degree. It looked like he was wearing a big inflated Mickey Mouse glove on one hand. The ER put a splint on his arm and referred us to a Orthopedic specialist. My son was devastated by the thought that he might not be able to go on his camping trip. He was relieved to find out that his dad's philosophy is that since camp was paid for he was going no matter what. So apparently he left on the bus this morning. When I took him he didn't want my help carrying his bags over to the waiting area. I guess he doesn't want anyone questioning his ability to go on the trip.

5 comments:

mist1 said...

My parents believed in that whole "it's paid for and now you're going..." thing too.

Dagromm said...

That's right. It translates a lot of things. "We paid for that food, you're going to eat it." "The movie is paid for, now sit there and watch it." "I don't care how you feel, we paid for that medicine and you'll finish it!"

Chillax said...

See, this is what I meant about parenting advice.

Gyuss Baaltar said...

So where are you shipping the other munchkin of too for the week? Grandma's house sounds like a great idea so you and the wife can do grownup stuff.

And by grownup stuff I mean 16 hours Xbox marathons for you, and her bringing you sandwiches.

Dagromm said...

I played the X-Box last night. It was awesome. I might fall asleep today because of it.