June 20, 2009

Camp Time

My two older boys are going to Boy Scout Camp tomorrow. It's a week in the Florida heat.

Sleeping in a Valley Forge type tent.


Last year I thought for sure that was it for Boy Scouts. They hated camp so much, I just KNEW they'd throw in the towel.

It was dirty, hot, the bathrooms were nasty, and the food was... not Mom's.

Mr. T who is lactose intolerant, was dying as they perpetually served Mac n' Cheese, eggs and cheese, lasagna, grilled cheese.

When I showed up Tuesday night (I'm a night chaperone) the first thing he said to me was, "Do you think they can serve SOMETHING without milk in it?"

Of course when I got there, he was miserable because he refused to use the bathroom for two days. He'd pee in the woods, but that was it. He found the personal hygiene of the boys to be so foul, and the latrines so nasty, that he refused to use them.

He was a miserable mess who wanted to come home. Ringo is a bit more easy going...although he did tell me he thought the average boy was an unhygienic disgusting pig.

If you recall, I sneaked him into the women's restroom, being clean, as I was the only woman, with the exception of a very very occasional other Mom. He was happy. Life was good.

Something happened over the last twelve months. I haven't put my finger on it.

They bonded more with their Troop? They know the boys better? They're into Scouting? They know what to expect? They FORGOT how much they hated it?

I'm not sure.

But not only are they going back, but they aren't dreading it, talking of it with great anticipation, and my eldest boy ran for and won Senior Patrol Leader for the Troop during this week long camp.

That means he's in charge of the duty roster.

I got a list of the boys attending camp, an older boy who had been SPL gave me the list of duties, and I handed them off with a couple words of advice.

"You may not want Latrine duty, but every leader must be willing to take the sh** jobs, as well as the easy ones. Pun intended. Don't leave yourself off latrine duty... people will notice." (There are more boys than days for Latrine Duty.)

Point taken. He agreed. I also suggested he pair off the new boys with older ones for Latrine duty, so they really know how they're supposed to be cleaned.

It doesn't mean he's not doing nice things for himself being SPL.

He and Mr. T went over the list today, going over pairings, who would be better with who on certain detail, and of course, "Hey! Don't put me or you for breakfast duty on Tuesday or Thursday morning! Those are the mornings we get to swim!"

The benies of being the leader... but not so obvious to everyone else.

So today has been spent doing laundry, packing, finishing the duty roster, ironing Class A and sewing on patches, shopping for incidentals, and just... getting ready.

Meanwhile, Bones is beside himself because he gets to be the only child for a week. Trust me when I say, he will NOT miss his brothers.

I've signed him up for Drama Camp. Yes. I did. It's from 8 to 5 and is a block from where I work, so I'll be able to work some serious hours, which is needed, as I'll have a son in private high school in a couple months. Tuition has to be paid somehow...

So we'll see. I am camp chaperone on Tuesday and Wednesday nights, which means I'll be baking during the week as well. They ask parents that visit to please bring ice and a treat for the boys.

Bones will be all Dramatic on us and I'm praying he likes it as I'm so hoping we can parlay his flare for the dramatic into an avenue of getting him out of the school he is currently in, into one of the public middle schools that specializes in kids who are artistic.

Obviously... I'll keep you posted. ;-)

Posted by Boudicca at June 20, 2009 01:52 PM

8-5??? I'm not sure what they're doing, but don't be surprised if he ends up hating it.

Posted by: Toluca Nole at June 20, 2009 09:23 PM

Taking Bones to drama camp is like taking coals to Newcastle.

Posted by: Angus of Strathclyde at June 20, 2009 09:28 PM

TN- I think there is a 1/2 hour of check in. Then there is snack, lunch, playing outside I think... but drama stuff thrown in. I hope he doesn't hate it...

I'm not big on camp. We do 'Camp Mom'. But, if he's going to try out for that Middle School, we need to see if he can do drama. This guy who runs this is a drama teacher at the MS we want him to go to.

Dad- I know. It just seemed so... right.

Posted by: Bou at June 20, 2009 09:36 PM

Trust me on this: Tell your boys to NEVER piss on an electrified fence...I'm serious.

Posted by: Sam at June 21, 2009 07:35 AM

Your life wears me out.

Posted by: Bob at June 21, 2009 07:44 AM

I like hearing you teaching your boys that a good leader isn't above getting their hands dirty pulling the crap work. Too many kids don't learn that early on, they think leadership means ordering people around, though they usually learn the hard way shortly. But I'll tell ya, even I have a problem when it comes to dealing with someone else's body waste. Everything else, I didn't mind.

And Sam, peeing on an electric fence? Don't want to know. *crossing legs*

Posted by: diamond dave at June 21, 2009 03:00 PM

Bones will LOVE drama camp. Why???? Because the girls will LOVE Bones. And generally girls outnumber the guys at these things.

Posted by: Mrs. Who at June 21, 2009 05:18 PM