Finding Diana

An everyday woman's guide to figuring out what the hell happened to her life



Welcome to my world.  I am trying to figure out what became of me and I want to share this agonizing journey with the general public.

Please feel free to comment, but not to judge.  Ok, well we will all be judging, but just don't let me know about it.

Summer time

Well, its been a while since I last blogged.  I am still fighting the urge to just crawl into bed and never get out. 

On sunday, my eight year old son is going to sleep-away camp.  I am full of very mixed feelings.  First, disbelief.  I can't imagine that my son is old enough to go away for a month.  Second, jealousy.  I loved going to camp and wish it was me still going.  Which leads to feeling number three - old.  How did I get so old that I am no longer a camper, but instead the parent of a camper.

As much fun as camp was, it was something of a mixed bag.  It was intense socialization.  Which is great in most ways, but a lot of pressure for people.  It is 24/7 social time.  So for kids who are naturally socially astute, it is utopia.  My son is one of those kids.  He will not want to come home.  For other kids who don't naturally socialize well and need a lot of down time, it's a hard place to be.  For that reason, I don't send all my kids.

I was in the middle.  Most of the time it was so much fun.  But there were times when the social hierarchy got to me.  There were times when I was going about my merry business and later find out that a whole "thing" had taken place that I knew nothing about.  Or I'd arrive at camp and there would be a fashion that I didn't know about and I'd be the odd girl out.

I digress.  Anyway, I am sad to see my boy go away, but happy that a new chapter in his life is beginning.

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