Hi ho hi ho its off to camp we go

Well this morning we packed the Mayor off to his first school camp.

The lead up has not been without its dramas let me tell you. Between Mr Sulkomania and his Dad the "unrelaxed" there have been some pretty big time head butts. I should of sold tickets.

I took the job of packing the bag. Labelled everything and packed according to the list provided, one set of clothes being what he was to wear on the day. Do you think I could of done that right - Nooooooo.... Of course not. Firstly I didn't pack a "shirt with a collar" - bloody polo shirts, no place for them in my world. Then I didn't pack and extra set of clothes - I figured, gone 3 days list asked for 4 of everything so there is already an inbuilt spare set. Apparently he needs 2 spare sets of clothes - not on my watch - cue argument which of course I win based purely on logic. Then I got blasted for packing the bag too heavy - what the fuck seriously, considering I had not 10 minutes prior been told off for not packing extra. Go figure the logic of the average male. Quite astonishing.

After the packing dramas we had a drink bottle drama. Why do they make everything so difficult. One says "put the drink bottle in the bag" the other says "put the drink bottle in with his morning snack" so I think - yep morning snack cause he has to take a drink.. Again WRONG, apparently Big Male never said "put in with snack" because he bought orange juice for his snack drink. So I shrug my shoulders and put the drink in his bag and the juice with his snack and move on to the next task.

Sleeping bag. "Mum I cant roll it" not much I can do about that other than go through the very technical and difficult task yet again with the Mr Sulkomania. In stomps the Unrelaxed and barks out commands army Sergeant style and we end up with tears from the child all about rolling up a sleeping bag. Hooooo boy.... In the end I get the occy straps out and say "use these, way easy and you can strap your pillow in as well"...

Say goodbye Nicky, your off to camp now and remember to listen to your teachers, behave yourself and for gods sake don't bloody hurt yourself. Last thing I need is a phone call saying you've broken your leg falling out of the bunk - why oh why did my superclutz of a son get allocated a top bunk.. He cant sit on the couch without falling off... Cue tears - not from me, I'm used to shipping him off to places - from him, all because Ava refused to give him a bye bye cuddle.

Fast forward 15mins and Mr Unrelaxed comes burling up the driveway, new Kiss CD blasting (crap btw) feverishly honking horn. Guess they forgot something in the rather unrelaxed way that John always leaves the house. Yep morning snack, still sitting on the kitchen bench.

Would be nice to have one event run smoothly in the house.. I suppose then I would complain about how boring life is though

Over and out - until Wednesday when Mr Sulkomania returns.