Apparently, Peeps, I have been hindering the development of my children and giving into my own social anxieties by not enrolling my five year olds in multiple activities. Meh.
Okay, so my therapist didn’t say those exact words, but that’s how my Mommy brain translated them when she suggested it would benefit me and my kids if I signed them up for summer camps before sending them off to the big bad world of Full Day Kindergarten this fall.
So, I started the dreaded internet search for proper programs for Lala and Loopsy. What the fudge, you guys? The mind, it does a-wobble….
Why are day camps so expensive? Or is $250 to $350 per week normal? For half days? I mean… Ugh. Hubby is not going to be pleased about this. Neither are my plans for us to either join a pool or take a real week long vacation this summer.
Anyway, besides the cost, there’s the whole decision of what kind of camp to choose. I’m looking primarily at an Art Camp and a Gymnastics Camp. My little twincesses are very crafty and tumbly. So, that should be a perfect fit, right? Gah, I dunno. Should I be more focusing on music or sports? Would those skills prepare them better for school? I mean, I know it’s just a week or two and it’s just camp. Why do I make these decision so much harder than they need to be?
Then I start to think, “Hey, Scroogy, the kids will be away for 3 whole hours for 5 straight days! You can get so much done!”
Then I feel all Mommy guilty and the “what-ifs” break out…
What if Lala has one of her infamous melt-downs and I’m at Planet Fitness without my phone?
What if Loopsy shows how she inherited her grace from her Mommy and falls head first off the balance beam?
What if one twin makes a ton of friends and they ignore her sister?
What if either of them get an attack of explosive diarrhea?
Me thinks my therapist is on to something here…
Abrakadoodle and Little Gym… here come the Scroogy twins… You have been warned.
(about me, that is…)