Adam and Jake both had had a good look in Collin’s ear to assess the ruptured ear drum. Then, of course, Collin had to look into Adam and Jake’s ears. Then Jake had to look into Adam’s, and Adam into Jake’s. There was much oohing and ahhing and guffawing about who had the most ear wax and sand. Meanwhile I got Collin his acetaminophen and a couple of drinks of water.
The three of them finally trundled off back to the hut. I crawled into my sleeping bag and my head hit the pillow at 2:30 AM. I was woken about, what seemed to be, ten minutes later by Radio Acorn. It was 8 AM. First up was Rick Astley singing “Never gonna give you up.” Dear God have mercy!
I looked over the side of the bunk bed and noticed my son had not yet awakened. So, taking full advantage, I plopped my head back onto the pillow and dozed while Rick crooned on. I snoozed through Will Smith singing “Gettin jiggy wit it”, snored softly while Chumbawamba sang “Tubthumping“, cap napped while the Back Street Boys sang “Everybody”, and drooled through NSYNC singing “I want you back”. Then came the knock on the door. It was the wake up call. Ugh…
I picked my head up off the pillow so that I could have a look. It was Sammy and Angus channeling The Matrix. Sammy was in a black tank top, black pants and black sun glasses. Angus, also wearing sunglasses, and a long black trench coat over a black t-shirt and black jeans. The two of them stepped into the room. Angus pointed at me.
“I can see it in your eyes. Do you believe in fate?”
I looked at him, mouth gaping open. I paused.
“I believe in sleep,” I said feeling almost drunk with exhaustion.
“You have to let it all go, Neo! Fear, doubt, and disbelief. Free your mind!” Sammy yelled. And with that Angus did a most impressive back bend and then ran out of the room. Sammy followed, and so did my son as he hopped off the bottom bunk. I could hear them stomping down the hall yelling “Bend the spoon!”, “Dodge the bullet!” and “Take the red pill!”.
I had to laugh. Where did they get the energy? I wished I could tap into that to last what was likely to be another long and busy day.
I hustled out of bed to retrieve my son as he followed along with the wake up crew. He watched in delight as Sammy and Angus knocked on his sisters’ door and proceeded to wake them up. The girls put up a bit of a fight as they rained pillows, stuffed animals, and Barbie’s at the couple. Angus and Sammy got pretty much the same negative reception as they moved down the hall to the LIT 2 counselors’ rooms. Being on the wake up crew had to suck!
I scooped up my son and carried him back into our room to get him dressed for the day. A bathing suit for shorts (bottom was kinda sandy), a t-shirt (only slightly dirty–some Diana sauce down the front and a little bit of sand), velcro sandals, a baseball hat. Huh. Kid looked a tad bit ‘soup kitchen’, but what can you do when you don’t have access to a washer? I looked through the rest of his stack of t-shirts and they were pretty much all the same. Bleh.
Just as I was completing my survey of my grubby son, my daughters stepped into the room. They looked majorly bohemian — unmatched and dirty. I needed to get some laundry done. Soon.