Sorry it's just how I feel.
Camp is almost over and it has dawned upon me just how fast time is flying by and how much I am dreading going back to school. There is only one session left of camp and I am so attached to my kids. They really are like my kids; for some they see me more than they see their parents and I hate to say goodbye and shove them to another babysitter. I love these kids as if they are my own: when they get hurt I kiss their boo boos even when I know their faking just for attention, when they cry I hold them and stroke their hair. I hate that it is almost over. I don't care how long and hard the day is and how little we get paid. I would rather be enriching these kids than going back to a "Christian" school where leaders are out to get you and are on power trips and people are backstabbing gosspiers. It's funny that we have more strict rules than school and yet it seems I am more free here.