Who's counting? A rant you may wish to skip...

It has been 11 days of 10 hours each,a half hour lunch if I am lucky, no breaks, two Deep Woods Mosquito Repellent cans, 1/2 of a skintastics OFF spray can, 3/4 of a Neutrogena Faces suncream and a full bottle of Ocean Potion Sun Screen and I am at my wits end. 11 says of rich spoiled kids complaining about the heat, the mosquitos, the chickens, the pool temperature and the movie choices. 11 days of "Miss, when do we get to go in the pool?" or "Teacher... teacher.... teacher.... TEACHER" screamed by four year olds with the remains of their lunch smeared across their face. It's not that I haven't been around kids before, and it is not that the idea of summer camp does not appeal to me, but between 17 kids aged 4-12 (who chose these ages?), interminable work days, crazy speedo lady changing the plans every single morning-while sometimes forgetting to tell me, or worse- stealing our transportation, and a coworker thats personal life I know way too much about, I am going to be certifiably crazy by the end of summer! Okay, that was my rant. I feel better already. The main purpose of this blog was not to complain about leading a summer camp, nor another dig at my employer, but merely as a reason for the lack of correspondence with immediate family and friends this summer.By the time I get home every night, I am beyond exhaustion and can only think of falling face first into our supremely comfortable bed and not waking until the next weekend. Unfortunately I have realized that this dream is not always realistic, and there is supper to make, a house to be cleaned and errands to run.
So if my emails, calls and skype chats are lacking, then please forgive me!!!! The job actually makes teaching seem easy. At least when I taught I got my summers off, had the kids for 6.5 hours, had a 45 minute lunch, a 15 minute recess and a nice office to bury myself in should need arise. I am so thankful for this experience though, as there are no doubts in my mind that I miss teaching like crazy and I feel nearly giddy with relief and excitement when I think of teaching for the rest of my career. It sometimes takes experiences such as this one to realize what you really want in life. I came to this island not knowing if I wanted to teach again. This was to be my career break- and break it is....as in nearly breaking my soul into miniscule pieces.... (Okay, maybe a little dramatic, but somedays it feels like that). I have missed the classroom from day one, and I can't wait to get back into my own again. So, even though there are 28 days of this excruciatingly painful camp left, I will remain grateful that it has led me to a conclusion about my career, as well as a super high tolerance to mosquitos and whiny 4 year olds.

PS- too tired to post pictures for this blog :)