I am back.
I am exhausted.
My feet are in a constant state of ache.
My back is killing me in all places.
I am covered in bug bites.
I am convinced there are ticks on me that I haven't found yet.
One arm and one leg are stinging from sunburn.
I am running on an average of 4 hours of sleep each of the past 5 nights.
I have been running around non-stop.
I was driven to my first ever cup of coffee around 2am Saturday, and had 2 cups.
I was surrounded by 80 hyper girls for the past 5 days.
I don't want to SEE another dome tent for at least 3 months, after erecting and later dismantling about 60 of them.
I am completely shocked at the number of kids who can't keep track of their own water bottle.
Being able to shower without having to wear flipflops is a novelty.
Knowing that I don't have to get up until 7:30am tomorrow feels like "sleeping in."
I have been prone to manic giggle-fits the past few days at the simplest things, like a napkin flipping into the air from a puff of wind.
I am falling asleep at my desk as I type.
...and I am feeling so incredibly fulfilled. In spite of the chaos that became of the weather, schedule, and lack of staff, the camp was incredibly successful, the kids had a blast, and I agreed to do it again next year... this time for a full week.
EDIT: in spite of my exhaustion, we got I Love the Smell of Saronite in the Morning and Three Lights in the Darkness during the raid tonight, hehe. Whoot.
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