I didn't think it was possible, but I hate shopping. And I have camp to thank for it.
Shopping for three kids for seven weeks of sleepaway camp has pushed me over the edge.
I finally tackled the supply list provided to us by the camp and was more than a little shocked to see the amount of clothing and gear necessary for 3 children to swim all day, play some games and occasionally bathe.
To give you a better idea - here's just a sampling of what the list suggests three small people need to enjoy their camping experience:
60 pairs of socks
42 pairs of underwear
9 pairs of jeans
30 pairs of shorts (9 of which have to be white, 6 red and 9 blue)
60 t-shirts (again, 9 white, 6 red and 9 blue)
12 bottom sheets
24 pillow cases
and 12 bottles of sunscreen
and 6 bars of soap
I'm sure there's a partridge in a pear tree in there somewhere. Although how I'm going to pack livestock is beyond me.
They also suggest each child bring a lacrosse stick, tennis racquet, softball glove, a hockey stick and rollerblades. Rollerblades! Seriously? Where the heck are the kids gonna rollerblade? In the mess hall?
But I have dutifully made my rounds of every kid's boutique, sporting good store, and Target in a 15 mile radius. And I think we've got everything. We have purchased t-shirts, swimsuits, gym shorts, sweatshirts, underwear, shin guards, tennis racquets, egg crate mattress toppers, sheets, towels, plastic bins, reusable water bottles, sunscreen and enough socks to foil any plan on the camp laundry's part to de-sockify my children before visiting day.
My TV room is a piled so high and so deep in camp gear that I'm missing a TV remote and not even bothering to look for it. It's a needle in a haystack as far as I'm concerned. I can watch TV when they're gone.
There doesn't seem to be any end in site to the packing and labeling and I'm definitely getting worried I won't get the trunks to camp in time.
To relieve some of my stress I thought it would be funny to hide a plastic cockroach in Livi's bathing suit pile and see what would happen when my nanny - who was kind enough to offer to help me label part of the heap - stumbled upon it. It was hilarious. I'm labeling my own clothes now.
Three more days to finish labeling, piling and get the trunks off and headed East. Then it's 7 weeks of camp. 7 weeks away from my kids. 7 weeks of silence.
Maybe I can fit myself into one of those trunks.