Help!!!

Well, hello my sweet Blog. I know this is early for you (I am usually up for a visit with you late in the evening). I guess I needed some comfort. I sent three of my four men off to camp 9 hours away. Chris took Mark and Matthew to Pryor OK aka Dry Gulch USA. It's a church camp.

He's driving the church van, taking TEN VERY EXCITED kids on a four day adventure. I know, Blog. Can I call you B for short? After all we've become quite close this past year. But I know B, that's a HUGE initiation. But he was up for it. He was excited to go. Let's see if he still has that same view when they stop for lunch today.

I am trying to refrain from calling him too much. I already called him before they were even 2 miles down the road. BUT WAIT. I had a good reason. I saw a pair of his sunshades in the van and I didn't want him to panic looking for them. But he told me that he took another less favorite pair. That was at 7:11. And see, it is eight thirty and I have not called him again.

It was a whirlwind trying to get all three of them packed yesterday. I hope I remembered everything. Chris worked until today. He was off on Sunday but between church that morning and youth fellowship that night, he was busy fixing the A/C in the church van. I know the kids may not appreciate it, or think about it, but when they are silent he will know it is because they are comfortable and not burning up hot. I told him not to freeze them out. But who knows--that may be his secret to keeping them quiet. Turn up the air to turbo speed and make them bundle up.

Matthew cried. I know B, it surprised me too. He's a big daddy's boy, and daddy is going. But he was telling me through the tears that he would miss me. I did good until then, and yep that is when I lost it. I wanted to hug the stuffing out of all of them. I did the boys. But the other parents (and the ten kids) were watching Chris and I, and I did not want to embarrass him. Too much. So I just gave him a million kisses instead.

He's taking my small camera, and my new one is finally ordered so I should have it by this weekend. But I still feel naked without one. So I told him to take care of my camera. A million times. People were telling me I was more concerned with the camera than the kids. Not true. But Chris can't lose the kids. Believe me, he's tried. The camera however, that is a possibility.

Most of the parents were cheering their "freedom" as the church van pulled out. Not me. I came home and tried so hard not to cry. After all, I still have Noah with me. He's been sticking pretty close to me these last couple of hours. I guess this is just a taste of what's to come. But that is okay because I think I will be sticking pretty close to him.

I am sure, B, that I will be back lots more before the weekend is over. I will need you to pull me through. And I have nothing else to do. I can't tell you when I'll be back, as I am sure I will need you in the wee hours of the night AND morning. But thanks for being here. I guess the one good thing about an almost completely empty house is that I can keep it clean. Once I get it there. So maybe I have two things to do now.

Til next time...