Robin and I got home around 10:30 this morning from our overnight campout at Girl Scout Camp Ada. It's near Spiceland, IN...but you can't get there from here. Seriously! I got within a quarter mile of the place and got lost. Had to stop at a farmhouse. The occupant might as well have just stayed on his porch answering questions. "You looking for the Girl Scout camp? It's right down there" <--pointing to a narrow gravel road going through a canopy of trees. Hmmm...nothing marked. (Apparently, that is for safety reasons.)
It was my intention to be up yesterday at 5:30 in order to finish the SWAPS, pack, and launch by 8:30. I woke up at 7:45. Ack! I had already made a list of things to take and had planned some in my head. In spite of our late start, we were on the road only 30 minutes later than planned...and still arrived at the camp before the opening "ceremonies". Spiceland is about an hour away.
There were lots of activities and Scout things. Robin refuses to participate in anything competitive. (Shades of her mother. If she can't do it perfectly, she won't do it.) She spent quite a bit of time hiding behind me, wanting to go off to do other things on her own, which I wouldn't allow. This even extended to the campfire. She pouted through 90% of it, but I didn't pay any attention to her pouting, and eventually, she came around. They had a gal leading songs...an hour's worth...and she was good! Got everyone involved in silly ways, etc. So typical of my own scouting days as a kid. (I don't think there were any Scouts over 10 at this camp, so it wasn't quite as fun as when I was a pup. If I live long enough, I might be able to be a part of another campout of the ilk of my generation.)
We stayed in what was called "pods". They were more like dormitories with multiple beds and a kitchenette. (I say "beds" with tongue in cheek. They were cots with mattresses, but they leaned every which way. I didn't sleep well...and my new sleeping bag made me sweat. Ugh!)
Savannah's mother, Julie, slept next to the restroom door. Then there was Savannah, Robin, Mariah...then me. Sometime around 4:00-4:30 AM, Julie heard a slippery noise, like the sound of a sleeping bag shifting. She thought it was Savannah...but no...Savannah was still in bed. She looked at Robin's bed and found it empty. Robin had fallen out of bed and was curled up on the floor, unaware. Julie picked Robin up and put her back on her cot. Robin remembers none of it!
This morning, Robin and I had a power struggle over socks. (!) She slept in yesterday's socks. I gave her a clean pair to put on, but she decided to be obstinate. I got one clean sock on her, then tickled her and played it along, but she still refused to put on the one remaining sock . Finally, I announced that she couldn't leave the room without clean socks on. I made a big deal about it. Said, loudly, "I am the boss! I am a teacher! I am Grandma! In the absence of your mother, I am Mom! I win! Yay!" Then I left the room to do something. When I came back, Robin had escaped...but in clean socks! *Asterisk is paragraph break. Glitch again!!. *We had a good time...or at least I did. The campfire song director was great. Robin was pouting then, but I ignored it and she finally came around. Tonight, she is dead tired but won't admit it. Ryan was just delivered about 45 minutes ago.
I, of course, am ready for bed!
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