Today is one of those days of mothering penance. A day to pay the piper. In other words, my day to chaperone Cub Scout Camp.
I have no tolerance for heat. And direct sunlight just about kills me. Sure I can survive a jaunt across the parking lot between my air conditioned car and the air conditioned store. Anything more than that and I wilt faster than you can say “prickly heat”.
I don’t even own shorts. I avoid all situations where they would be required (running, for example). I stick to skirts and pants. I don’t think hanging with 10 year-old boys seems skirt-friendly, so I guess I’ll need to take a jaunt to the store before my shift
on the surface of the sun at Scout Camp begins.
I’m sure I’ll survive. I may be in a foul mood by the time all is said and done. No doubt I’ll be feeling fine by Wednesday.
When I have to go to Scout Camp again.