Away from home for 3 days, 2 nights.
I miss her already, it's been 5 hours.
She's in good hands, her teacher, the principal of the school (also a mom of an attendee), and all her friends are going.
To the beach.
To study sea life.
Kayak, hike, build sand castles, not too shabby.
I wanted to go.
Hubby wanted to kayak.
DQ said NO.
We're too embarassing apparently.
I sorta understand, I was 11 once.
I know she's channeling me at that age, I would have been scarred had my parents offered to chaperone as much as I do.
I'm jealous of the other 6 parents who went.
I want to be the cool parent that I think I am.
I wouldn't embarass her.
I would hold back the cutely talk that we still have as mom/daughter.
I wouldn't tease her, hubs and I both promised that.
On the flip side, My Boy has secured me a spot on the trip when he goes.
In 3 years.
If he goes.
If the school budgets allow.
Which at this point looks grim.
But, it's the thought that counts.
And, I didn't have to make any promises.
Oh am I going to embarass him!