My Not-so-Uplifting Girls Camp Experience

It is summer. And if you are serving in the YW's program then you know that summer=Girl's Camp. I have had the chance to read numerous blogs about the glorious and uplifting experiences of gals who have been able to attend G-Camp this summer.

If you'd like to read their love and inspiration for Girl's Camp click here, here, here & here.

If you'd like to read my lack of love for Girl's Camp...read on.

Jay left for G-Camp on Monday. The night before she couldn't go to sleep till like 1 am because of her excitement. I was happy and excited for her to be going. I knew that this would be a great experience for her because we have fabulous leaders in our ward--and some fun girls.

Then I attempted to do my hair.

Now, I'm cursing her and her glamorous G-Camp experience.

Let's rewind to Sunday night. According to my DH, Jay had the absolute biggest bag out of ALL the YW. It was enormous.

Apparently it was filled with:

1) My mirror (so if you see the back of my hair looking like a rat's nest --you'll know why).

2) My hairspray (why she needs hairspray for a ponytail or braids I'll never know).

3) My ratting comb (Jay has super thick hair--unlike her mother. She does not-I repeat-does not- need to be ratting her hair to the sky whilst she camps--where does she think she is from? Texas? No offense to the Lone Star State or anything.)

4) My favorite Bath and Body Works body wash (at least their will be one Sweet Pea smellin' girl in the wilderness--let's just hope the mosquitoes don't eat her alive).

Grrr.

So much for my uplifting experience at Girl's Camp. Now I have to go through the week--with bad hair. Next year, I'm hiding the big duffel bag--and my hair stuff.

The G-Camp Funnies

(true story)

This morning, Savvy asked, "Mom, do you miss Jay yet?"

I answered, "Ummm. Sure. She has all my hair stuff."

She sighed, "I've missed her since yesterday."

Aussie added, "I'll miss her being gone when she gets home."

Ba-da-bump.