However, life as a camp director's wife is not all hanging by the lake and eating bon bons all summer... a camp director and his wife have responsibilities that reach far past the sunny weather and cool breezes of life on the lake. Just this evening, as I sit quietly at the computer, enjoying my Girl Scout cookies (thank you young girls everywhere for your yummy deliciousness!) my husband is out volunteering his time to the promotion of camp. But if you had arrived at our house just an hour ago, I would not be so serene in my description. At that time I was trying to single-handedly coax two toddlers to eat their dinner, keep their bottoms in their seats, and not to fling mashed potatoes at the wall (or the cat). At end of dinner, it was off to get cleaned up and get ready for bed... still by myself and coerce them into bed with a bribe of their favorite story. This same evening will repeat itself over and over at least once a week until we move to camp at the end of June.
Ahhh the move to camp, probably my least favorite part of being a camp director's wife... while my husband is away planning and promoting, I am at home... figuring out which toys, books, clothes, movies, electronic devices and batteries will need to be packed and transported the 2 hours north for 9 weeks of fun and adventure.... all while still trying to maintain some semblance of order in our little house...
And I do enjoy the time I get to spend with my boys in our little cabin and the freedom to not work in the summer. Although there are times when I wish I was working and could have an escape, even for just an hour... just a solo trip to the grocery store or a couple of hours of grown up conversation! I love that the boys have the room to run and play and are safe no matter where they turn, because someone from the "family" has a set of eyes on them. They have the biggest playground of any toddlers and this is just one example of their play spaces:
So through all the stress of being home with the boys from morning until bed time, I keep reminding myself that this is a life we chose as a family, and of all the advantages it has provided the boys, and every time we have a meal that we had the week before and every week before that for 6 weeks I think, I didn't have to cook it or clean up after it and it makes me smile. I love being a camp director's wife for these reasons, not because I am going to finish up this post, get into my jammies and curl up with a movie alone. I try not to dwell on the loneliness and remember the sun shine shining down through the trees, finger painting in diapers, splashing in the pond and watching the sun set through my windows while listening to two snoring babies... much like they are snoring right now, and I am lucky.