Headless

Indulge me for a moment as I tell you that I'm out of control today.  Well, I'm actually out of my version of control, which means I'm very structured and organized complete with lists about my out-of-control-ness.  Comprende?

I'm in charge of my ward's (congregation) youth camp for girls this year which means tomorrow a handful of a other women and I, along with a gaggle of teenage girls, are heading to the mountains for four days to bond, giggle, craft, s'more, hike and talk religion.  Good times.  This isn't the youth camp of my teenage years - we had showers and cabins and a mess hall.  This camp has a hose, a few tents, and a fire pit.  Double good times.  I hate to smell badly.  Really, smell is my "thing".  I shower daily - always, I wear perfume - always, and I like clean hair, clean clothes, clean teeth and cleanliness in general.  I do love the outdoors and camping, but in my version you eventually have access to water and a bar of soap.  Not this week; how traumatizing, on a scale of 1 to 10, would it be for these young women to see me sudsing up and nude, splashing away under the hose?  (My husband totally just got turned on, by the way...)

This means that for the last few months, especially the last weeks, I've been crazy with the planning.  Today, I have lists for my lists and now I'm just ready for it to get here so it can be over.  We leave early tomorrow morning - I'll be back with stories on Monday.  My next big news is that the Sego Lily Blogger contest is finally closed and we are all awaiting the results on Friday.  If I could send each of you a prize for you voting efforts, I would.  If I win, I'm going to give away something awesome as a thank you.  

Next week I travel for business, which as I've said before, means VACAY!  I've said it a million times - sometimes to the disapproval of men who travel a lot for business:  When a stay-home mom gets to travel for work and stay in a hotel (which by the way - this time it's a "resort hotel" complete with yoga in the morning, healthy food, and nature walks), have room service, get ready for the day without kids under foot, and have a king sized bed to herself, she is in essence, on vacation.  Sure, I'll be working and busy in the day, but until you've spent years rising at the crack of dawn, cooking three meals a day plus snacks, changing what must add up to a million diapers, wiping bums and bumfingers, coloring with crayons, wiping said crayons off the wall, cleaning, cleaning, cleaning and cleaning, comforting, negotiating, planning, organizing, driving, dropping-off, picking-up, and only sitting once throughout said whole day, your definition of "work" changes a bit.

Phew.

Until we meet again, my peeps.  Oh yeah, and I've been so cheery today it's almost frightening.  Still working on it; when I'm back I'll have goal #2.