So, this is not exactly a happy subject.  I got back from camp about 4 weeks ago now and I miss my kids SO much.  It feels like someone has ripped a piece of my chest out and stamped on it and put it back and it doesn't feel right and is all small and twisted.  Just thinking about them makes me miss them horribly.  I have never felt anything like ( Read more... )

 So I leave for Camp in the morning, meaning I wont be around as much for the next THREE MONTHS (AHHH!!).  So I haven't abandoned my LJ, I am just looking after multiple small children and crashing around the States ( Read more... )

 It's so strange to think about how little time I have left in England.  Got the mammoth task of my dance exams on Monday (nearly £500 worth of pain and emotional gumph) and then I am off to France for the weekend to see my Dad, I come back for 4 days and then I go to america for 12 weeks!!!!!

( Frenchy things... )

So yesterday was my last day of work before I leave for the States for the summer and then Uni in September.

( Confusion reigns supreme... )

I GOT MY PLACEMENT!! After about three hours of standing in queues, being suffocated by the sheer volume of people and being nearly rejected I GOT MY PLACEMENT!!! AND at the camp i really liked and wanted to go to. So excited right now.

I am going to Camp Echo in NY state, a traditional sleep away camp.  Bonus for me being that get the traditional ( Read more... )