Summer Camp Yesterday I dropped my daughter, Princess Galen, off at summer camp. She’ll be there five more days and four more nights—not that I’m counting. It’s funny how much I fight for time to read and write every week, but now that I have, more or less, unlimited time, I wish she was home again. The house is too quiet, my hours too unstructured, my evenings too peaceful. I remember before my daughter was born I almost never worked after five o’clock. I had my nights free, but now I’m so much in the habit it feels strange not to have to sit down again after eight o’clock. It’s nice to have time to watch TV or have a dinner with my husband or read more than a half an hour. This picture is from a visit to the camp a couple years ago because I forgot to take a picture at drop off. I was a little distracted... But there are negatives too. I’ve realized how much my daughter’s schedule keeps me on a schedule. I always have a long, long to-d...
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