August 12 13

I am pretty sure I have completely finished talking about my kids at camp.

After all of my all-caps tweets about my kids being home and the dynamics of our household completely changing and posts about the 14 loads of laundry I did over the weekend, and questioning why my son came home with socks belonging to at least 11 boys who are not Josh Martell and why his two neatly-folded sets of bed sheets came home completely still neatly folded (WHAT? Everyone just slept in their sleeping bags, Mom.)(HURL), and how they managed to bring home the entire Wisconsin beach in every crevice of their belongings, and how boondoggle and lanyard are the same thing and whatever you want to call it, those stitches come back to you like riding a bike, and how my son now eats quesadillas (which he pronounces kay-se-dillas in a funny/not funny kind of way) and my kids have inside jokes that are hilarious to exactly only them…

*I* am disgusted with *myself* for talking about it so incessantly, so I can’t even imagine how much eye rolling and page Xing you guys have been doing for the last few days.

But I think I have been hanging on to talking about the kids at camp because if I don’t, then I have to admit to myself that it’s August freakin’ 12th already and summer is basically over—truthfully, though, if the weather in Toronto has been any indication, summer has truly been over for weeks already—and I will have to focus my energy on the fact that the green leaves on the trees in my backyard have started turning different shades of autumn and I have to go school supply shopping (EEP!) and think about dark mornings and evenings and tights and boots and jackets and toques and how I’m going to have to start doing photoshoots inside and the upcoming Jewish holidays and pumpkin-spiced everything and how I will no longer be able to drink my coffees Nancy Botwin-style.

Nancy Botwin drinking coffee

(Would you rather I go back to talking about summer camp—the laundry is done now at least.)

(I thought so.)

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  1. The Jewish holidays are obnoxiously early this year. And especially this whole, “Thanksgiving is also Hanukkah thing.” Well, American Thanksgiving that is.

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    ali replied on

    YES!! do not get me started on the whole Thanksgiving/Hanukkah thing…

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    Comment by jodifur on August 12, 2013
  2. I have been in a funk since August 1st. August feels like a Sunday to me—depressing that all the fun is about to end. Boo.

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    Comment by Alison on August 12, 2013
  3. This actually doesn’t sound *that* bad, but it’s probably because we have *at least* 6-8 more weeks of “summer” weather here in AL. Seriously, I would give anything for the leaves to start changing in August…except actually move somewhere where it snows. ;)

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    ali replied on

    I guess it’s all relative.
    Our summers are basically two months long—July and August. Toronto weather is cool to cold for most of the year….summer is such a blip, and this year it’s just going by way too fast.

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    Jess G. replied on

    You’re right. Looking at things from the other side, the grass is always greener. (Our winter is only like 2 months long). lol Feel free to talk about camp some more. Maybe it was make it last longer, it won’t discourage my readership. ;) I feel sometimes I can’t wait until we have summer breaks, but then I realize that I’m wishing their toddlerhoods away. It all goes by too fast doesn’t it?

    P.S. You are one of my blogger crushes, so OMG Ali responded to my comment. lol ;)

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    Comment by Jess G. on August 12, 2013
  4. I keep thinking that because it has been so mild, we’re going to have a hot September. Which I would be totally OK with. As long as then it is warm in Europe. Because that’s where I’ll be for half of September!!

    P.S. I like your kids’ camp stories.

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    ali replied on

    A warm September would make me ridiculously happy.

    I like them too…but I feel like I have been camp, camp, camp, camp, CAMP and nothing else lately.

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    Comment by Kristabella on August 12, 2013
  5. All the cool kids say “kay-se-dillas”. I should know, that’s how I say it!

    As for fall coming…In the words of wise Rafiki, “it is time!” I’m tired of pretending I’m not hot in my jeans. :0)

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    Comment by Jen on August 12, 2013
  6. I don’t mind the camp stories! I also think one of the bonuses of sending kids to camp is that it’s almost guaranteed that when they come back, they’ll suddenly *love* a food they didn’t like before (or one they even refused to try). Kay-se-dillas, in this case. :)

    Also, your imitation of Nancy with iced coffee is spot-on.

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    Comment by alyinponderland on August 12, 2013
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