This was my view around 7 am this morning as I hiked back towards our cabin from the laundry room. MMan was awake and ready for yhe day, tagging along in the backpack. I had deposited a pukey sleeping bag in the washer . Last night was the second night in as many weeks that a good portion of the night was spent comforting ill children. At least HandyMan was around to help with this one.
Now my view includes a large iced coffee and a 4 year old who feels well enough to want to do everything, but Mama knows otherwise. Sick kids at camp are no fun.