Zach and Ken left yesterday for Scout Camp. Ken took my car so I have been stranded. The kids insisted on lunch in the park yesterday and I need some groceries so I consented to walking the 50 miles (give or take a few miles) to the park. The kids got lunch, I went shopping and then piled all my groceries into the stroller for the LONG walk home. (Side story: I was against the wall of the grocery store, out of the way, loading my groceries from my cart into my stroller, when the manager came up and asked me if he could help me. I looked around at my situation. I had 2 strollers, 7 kids (we had picked up a couple of extra's on our walk) and me, hot and tired, trying to magically stuff all my groceries into my already full stroller. I wondered, what kind of answer does he seriously expect me to give him. Wasn't it slightly obvious what I was trying to do? That only added to my frustration. I got his hint and moved my circus act outside.) Seriously it is only like 1 mile away but it took us 3 hours round trip and now my foot hurts so it wasn't really that much fun. Why does my foot hurt? Oh, well, that's because I knew it would be a long day in the sun and I didn't want to have tan lines from my walking shoes so I opted for the more practical sandals and now I'm paying the price. Hey, no tan lines though, only on my feet.
After my neighbor came screaming in my door last night that we had to come out and dance in our first summer rain storm for good luck with her, she mentioned that she was going out of town with her husband for a couple of days and wouldn't need her suburban and wondered if I would mind watching it for them. Did I mention I live in the kindest neighborhood on earth?
So, Ken just called. Actually, they have no phone service up at Camp so he had to drive until he had some bars. He and Zach are either coming home tonight or committing suicide (Zach's exact words!) Why?
NO-SEE-UMS
They are being eaten alive. Zach said that Ken is covered in these little bites that are swollen and blistered. He said it's so gross that you don't even want to look at him and they itch! He said they can't concentrate on anything and all the sprays they have tried are not working. This is only a little funny in that I could have predicted this would happen. I love to have Ken with me when bugs are around because between the two of us, he will get bit every time and they leave me alone. In 14 years, I have never been bitten when I am with him. This has even happened in our bed. He'll wake up bitten and I'm left alone. I tell him it 's because he's just too sweet and the bugs know this and that he should be more onry like me. Apparently, Zach takes after his Dad. So, their week long Father/Son bonding trip has been cut short. I have to admit, I'm not sad at all. I'm ready for them to be home!
