After four semesters of once-a-week after school sewing class, I decided this summer to take on a week-long sewing camp at my house. Actually, two sessions, separated by a week so that teacher has a chance to recover.
It's been interesting. In a mostly good way.
I don't have kids. I've never particularly wanted them, and this week has reinforced why that was the right choice for me. It's also made me realize that kids -- particularly smart, creative ones -- are pretty cool, so long as you can give them back at the end of the day.
There are 3 campers this session, 4 next time. They're all from my after school class, my favorites, the ones who worked hard and actually wanted to be there. Which doesn't make them any less than what they are, which is 9-to-11 year old girls, stewing in their own pre-adolescent hormones and with more energy than they (or I) know what to do with.
My cats took one look at them and moved upstairs for the duration. Katie is the only one who comes downstairs, and she generally likes to supervise from the middle of the dining room table, where all the action is.
Tonight she's paying the price. She's been out cold like this on the bookcase for over an hour, with no sign that she's moving anytime soon.
Actually, I feel pretty much the same way.
2 comments:
ha. I totally get it!
Know how you feel!!
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