This morning the Little Nies and I drove from one end of
Durham to the other end of Chapel Hill getting supplies and groceries
for my Summer campers.
Clane will be attending girl's camp today until Saturday, and the
boys are headed on another Scout camp-out later this week.
I feel like we get one big event done, and another begins.
But I guess that's the way we want it to be--a summer packed
full of outside adventures and endless memories. Perfect.
But secretly, all I want to do is take the children back to the beach,
where we can relax on the hot sand and listen to the wave's endless rumble.
Perhaps when all the summer youth camps are over, Mr. Nielson
and I will plan on a quiet family weekend.
We did manage to catch an afternoon movie, though.
The Little Nies are Jurassic Park fans and liked the movie.
I, on the other hand, did not, but let's be real: I am not very fun.
And to be honest, I also fell asleep- just like I do with every movie
I go and see. I think I'm really 87 years old.
Lastly, I want SO bad to type a scathing letter to West Elm
because I just bought a house full of furniture a month ago and, well,
they have the WORST service in the whole wide ginormous world.
They are very, VERY good at over-promising and under (under)delivering.
There I said it, and I feel better.