With Zach at the cabin and Logan at Camp Arnes, it was crickets in the house. Brad and I had a good time. Tuesday night we hung out with our friends Dave and Beth for a drink. Wednesday night we hit Earls for dinner.
I am not sure what is wrong with me, but I can't get on the Earl's bandwagon. I just don't really like their food that much. Plus, they put chocolate syrup in a chocolate martini. GAH! The horror.
Zach came home Friday night from the cabin Friday night and he was so happy. He'd had a great time at the cabin hanging out with his grandparents. Add to that my parents had some friends come visit, Ryan and Rhonda Galloway. Ryan was one of my Dad's students and they have kept in touch over the years. Ryan is really involved in hockey as NHL linesman, so Zach was in pure awe. He came home raving about meeting Ryan and Rhonda and how awesome their little dog Riley was.
Without his little brother around, Zach had a much easier time controlling his emotions from his ADHD. That is not to say he doesn't have his moments, he does. But my mum said that while we were taking a meds break over the summer, Zach did ask to go back on because he always feels so bad when he has an outburst. I was proud of him for that, it shows a lot of maturity to be in tune with yourself and ask for help when you need it.
Friday night was the "Parents Party" at Deb's house. A lot of us had sent our kids to Camp Arnes, so we weren't the only ones who were offspring free and we wanted to take advantage of it. Zach came with us and took refuge in their basement to play xbox and avoid the well mannered frivolity upstairs.
Holy Mother, do my friends know how to tie one on. The extremely funny thing was that we all had to get up early and drive out to Camp Arnes to pick up the ankle biters the next morning.
If you have never seen 10 parents completely hungover picking up their kids from a Bible camp (while trying to appear hungover and sweating vodka out their pores), I would highly advise it, it's awesome.
We aren't religious and so it's odd to me that we send our kids to this camp. It all started a few years ago when one of Zach's friends conviced him to go. He had such a good time that we keep going back.
We picked up Logan and started the long drive home. He was full of stories and just nattered away until his carcolepsy kicked in. Carcolepsy is a completely made up word we have for the fact that Logan spontaneously falls asleep if he is in a car for more than 20 minutes.
We got back to the city and Logan piped up from the back "Mum did you pick up my bag of laundry from camp?"
Yup. In true Hargreaves fashion, Logan had left behind and entire big bag of laundry. When Brad had gone to his cabin to pick up his clothes, he asked Logan if that was all his stuff. Logan probably wasn't even listening and just said yes.
A good portion of his summer wardrobe was in there including his runners because he had worn his rubber boots home. I called the office, but of course they were closed. Logan went into full blown sobs.
I had a feeling we would be able to get them back. First off, it wasn't just a random sock left on the beach. It was an entire bag of clothes left in a cabin in which every single item was labeled (A big TOLD YOU SO to all that made fun of me for my excessive labeling). I left a message and just hoped for the best.
Sunday Zach got picked up by my parents to head out to the cabin for another week. I'm really happy he's getting this country time. It's good for him.
I got a call this morning saying that they had found all of Logan's things and that they would send them on the next bus to the city.
Crisis Averted; The world can now revolve.
This week Logan is attending Mini U at the University of Manitoba with his friend Alex. I think it's a sport camp. I honestly registered so long ago that I can't even remember at this point.
I can't believe July is almost over. I remember as a kid the summer's went on forever, but as an adult they fly by.
I miss being a kid.