Seeing red
Sean is a beet. He is ridiculously red.
He's the most sensitive to sun to begin with. Add in his inability to reapply sunscreen on his own. Add in his forgetfulness when it comes to asking counselors to help him. (Shouldn't they be monitoring that anyway?) Add in their wonderful reward to his group of letting them have twice the time in the pool as normal today - two hours instead of one. (Insert big eyeroll here.) And I now have a child who looks like we basted his ass and tossed him in the oven. And it's only camp day 2. He still has to survive 3 more days there.
Tomorrow, I made him swear that he'd leave his shirt on to go swimming. That won't help his face but at least his back might survive. Geeze. Can they not see? Look at him. He looks *ridiculous*.
The boys camp is at the YMCA. The same YMCA where my gal-pal has a membership and will be working out in the morning. The same YMCA where I also have a membership but have never worked out, but will be there at the same time as said gal-pal and could easily just wander on in after dropping off the boys and join her in the workout room. Or not. LOL
It just seems like such effort. And it's so much easier to skip it and go eat a donut or something. We shall see. If how I feel right now is any indication of whether I'll take her up on the offer to meet up, odds are not looking really good. I feel utterly exhausted. I feel like I'm the one who spent two hours in the pool instead of a whole day sitting at a desk.
I've got to wrap up party shopping tomorrow. All food and gifts must be done. Must!
I need a nap.
He's the most sensitive to sun to begin with. Add in his inability to reapply sunscreen on his own. Add in his forgetfulness when it comes to asking counselors to help him. (Shouldn't they be monitoring that anyway?) Add in their wonderful reward to his group of letting them have twice the time in the pool as normal today - two hours instead of one. (Insert big eyeroll here.) And I now have a child who looks like we basted his ass and tossed him in the oven. And it's only camp day 2. He still has to survive 3 more days there.
Tomorrow, I made him swear that he'd leave his shirt on to go swimming. That won't help his face but at least his back might survive. Geeze. Can they not see? Look at him. He looks *ridiculous*.
The boys camp is at the YMCA. The same YMCA where my gal-pal has a membership and will be working out in the morning. The same YMCA where I also have a membership but have never worked out, but will be there at the same time as said gal-pal and could easily just wander on in after dropping off the boys and join her in the workout room. Or not. LOL
It just seems like such effort. And it's so much easier to skip it and go eat a donut or something. We shall see. If how I feel right now is any indication of whether I'll take her up on the offer to meet up, odds are not looking really good. I feel utterly exhausted. I feel like I'm the one who spent two hours in the pool instead of a whole day sitting at a desk.
I've got to wrap up party shopping tomorrow. All food and gifts must be done. Must!
I need a nap.