Sitting and Waiting...

Stupid camp gate. Tried to leave early this morn but the gate had been relocked. Not sure why but it is. So now I'm a teense bit frusterated. I just want to go home for crying out loud. I miss my bed.
I'm over tired and as a result sad. This week sure was a mix of highs and lows. Kids where better but still tough. Left them after teaching them the brown squirrel song. Had to prevent two year old from taking song literally and shoving things up his nose. Note to self; never teach song that could be taken literally...Judas Priest, sorry your songs with your sibliminal messages are out.
Got up to camp to spend some fun time with some happy shiny people. Had a good time running around toronto together and fixing flat tires and avoiding semi-trucks loads falling on the highway. High point was finding a ' hot and spicy' sweatshirt that we should've gotten for Spicer along with the pink feather boas we found in Kensington Market.

Now I'm super exhausted but happy with the time I had. As I sit here I wonder about how other people start to behave wihen they're uber exhausted. Do you laugh and cry at the same time? Or do you start to have a full hate on for pickles? Curious...perhaps I should conduct a study.
Or maybe I'll just stick to doing found poems on the street to homeless people.