So we decided not to force the boy to go to camp as it was doing my head in….if it was causing that much stress then it wasn’t worth it.
So as I sat eating my breakfast on Monday morning, with no bags packed and the bus due to leave in 40 minutes the boy uttered the immortal words….
‘I don’t know if I want to go on Camp or not’
I have never moved so fast in my life. I knew that I had to go with it, that if he wanted to go on camp then I would get him there. Of course as soon as I said to get dressed he said no. I suggested he go on the bus and I would follow him up to camp in the afternoon, I really wanted him to experience something else. He couldn’t get dressed quick enough then, and he made it to the school bus on time.
That afternoon I drove the 2 hours up to camp. The boy was so excited to see me and started demanding that we leave immediately. He had decided he was only staying for the day. There was no chance of me sneaking away whilst he wasn’t watching……
I watched him go canoeing with his group and then we left the camp after dinner – there was no wine!!!!
How do the teachers cope?
By the time we got home the boy was tired and not feeling well. By morning he was vomiting. So so glad that I didn’t force him to stay – it would have been a nightmare!
I received a message from another parent who’s child was at the camp asking how long it took to travel there as she had to go and collect her child who was sick as well.
It is now Thursday and the man and I are sick as well, the boy is still sick.
What a week this has been!
Is it over yet?