italians and westerners.

So, the session has been pretty rockstar so far. We started on Monday by going to Sliding Rock, as we do every year. It was cold. So clearly, I had to take my staff aside and say, "Please let's just pretend like we enjoy this. Otherwise, the kids will hate us... and life." So they did, and it worked. Praise the good Lord in Heaven. However, our bus was late that took us from camp to Sliding Rock. It was supposed to be there at 2:45... Well, the lady called at 2:45 and said, "The 3:00 bus you ordered will be late." I wanted to say, "Ma'am... the fact that you are telling me that the 3:00 bus even exists indicates its lateness... I ordered 2:45." But I was calm and polite and showed the love of Jesus in everything that I did. Because I dominate. Then we went to Little Sienna, the Italian restaurant in Old Fort. It dominates. The fake grapes hanging from the ceiling really make me feel like I'm back in Italy. But for real... home made Italian food. They open just for us. Clearly a dominant setup. The kids were well behaved, but I honestly think they plotted together before we went inside to spill as much as possible. Drinks and full plates of spaghetti were carelessly tossed around that restaurant like a freakin frisbee. I wanted to cry. But instead, I used my words to gently but firmly remind the children that careless behavior would not be accepted. Thennnnnnn... Tuesday, we went on our campout. We almost didn't go because of the weather. Then we went. And it was fun... the tarp was immaculately set up... the meals were cooked perfectly... the children were peacefully laying in bed. And then, due to unforseen circumstances... we had to night-hike back to camp at 10 PM. Baller. So, I clearly had to go back to Joshua's Hollow (which, as fate would have it, is not accesible by vehicle... awesome) and recover my packs with a number of other staff members. It was life-changing, really. One of our children is deathly afraid of thunder, so every time he heard it he started crying and shaking and generally freaking out. I had to remind him numerous times that I would not let him get hurt. It rained tonight. Loud thunder. Loved it. Oh yeah, and Shirley and I ran today and I was a little tired, I will admit. Little did I know that he would want to sprint the entire two and a half miles. I almost vomited. But I tried to play it cool. While trying not to vomit while running. Not an easy task. But then again, I'm a risk taker. Suckas.