She probably misses me a ton, probably spends most every minute crying choking back tears, missing her family, bored out of her mind.
Having been a camper, herself, at Uni for nine years, she must be absolutely sick of all that sailing, canoeing, swimming, hiking, eating, arts and crafts and singing. After all, when you're stuck in the woods, there isn't really a lot to do, you know?
Besides, the weather's probably been terrible,
and Lord only knows what she's suffering through in the dining hall at camp.
I wouldn't be surprised if she cries herself to sleep right after supper every night.
I'm sure she doesn't get a moment to relax, either; he doesn't have time to put make-up on or straighten her hair. I'm sure that makes her feel all awkward and self-conscious.
Her campers are probably giving her all kinds of grief; poor kid.
It's no wonder she
invited begged me and Milo to visit last Thursday (weekly camp talent show). We of course made the 45-minute drive road-trip (and we brought Grandma 4444, too). Kendall was glad to have the distraction.
but, in time, with the love of her family and the distraction of her senior year of high school, she'll heal...