The lunch was turkey tacos..secretly I was hoping for full fat sour cream and guac...

While I say that I am a betting woman (because I think that it makes me sound cool), it is likely that I am going to be wrong.  But today, my friends, I was right to stand my ground!

Over the weekend, I noticed that Laurel's second session of camp was hosting a Parent's Day on August 8th.  (Yep, that $5000 camp is almost over..) Of course, initially, I thought this was yesterday as I was home after my wonderful women's weekend.  I said that I could go and even sent my reservation so I could eat with Laurel in the dining hall. (This place is fancy..not a cafeteria but a dining hall.  I can see Laurel at 17 insisting on a small liberal arts college in upstate NY because it reminds her of camp.  Of course this camp will be $70K a year...) The lunch was turkey tacos..secretly I was hoping for full fat sour cream and guac...

But then I realized that Parent's Day was on August 8th...I was back at work.  Ching was also at work...with issues that I will explain later.  I could not and would not bend...I was not going to participate in Parent's Day.  Laurel was mad.."a Ching-Wang, there-is-red-on-my-spreadsheet" mad.

She wasn't upset about not having a parent there.  She wanted anyone there..her parent, a relative, a sitter, maybe her pediatrician.  She was convinced that she would be the only camper without a "parent" during parent's day.  She was worried..but I gave her a new pack of gum.  This seemed to get her on the bus.

While I write tough, I am not.  All day I worried about the amount of parents that could actually attend Parent's Day. But, holy cripe, so glad that I am not there.  I don't know these freakin' parents..they are from all over the area and most can't park their luxury vehicle in a slanted parking space.  (My 2003 Corolla corners on rails...yeah..you got that right..)

Well, paint me red and smack me in the fanny...Laurel was fine.  There were very few parent's that reserved a lunch of turkey taco's.  Laurel told me that there were more kids without parents than those with parents that could attend Parent's Day.  I told her that her camper friends are enrolled in camp because no one is at home to watch them.  Parents need to work.  The point hasn't hit home yet.  The concept is like a brick that is constantly chipped away.  I don't know when the brick is going to give.  I just keep explaining the equation of what you have is relative to the work that your parents do daily (and even on the weekends because of the lovely laptops.)

I am not sure if she understood the concept but I was pleased (because I won!)  Because the masses didn't have parents there, she was just fine.  Secretly, while breathing a sigh of relief,  I freakin' doubting that this camp, while fancy, had as good a guac that they serve at Chipotle.