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{June 22, 2015}   Not A Happy Camper

As you all know I got A Call From Camp Friday evening the night before I was to pick the kids up. They said one little girl had bedbug. They told me there was nothing wrong with my daughter she was perfectly fine and that they handled it. They moved them to a different cabin took their stuff and dried it really hot heat for days.

I assumed my daughter had nothing wrong with her since they said she was perfectly fine and that they sent the other little girl home to be treated and that their things were being handled as they said to be on the safe side.

Boy was I wrong, I picked them up and her stuff was all thrown into a big black trash bag and I seen some bites on her. Didn’t think much of it figured from being outside didn’t look bad. Then on the way home she tells me that she has 80 some bites on her that she only got bit when she was in her bunk in her cabin sleeping at night. She says that one of the counsellors from another cabin noticed the bites a few days ago and told hers to send her to the nurse. So they must have been bad for them to notice. Why didn’t her counsellor notice and why didn’t they send her instead of having to be told to? She went and in a little bit for whatever reason in a little bit they sent another little girl from her cabin as well. I figured they got them all together and started checking them. They told the girls it was from mosquitoes they were fine send them back to their groups. But then they changed their cabin and took all their stuff away from them. They did not treat everything they let them keep clothes for the rest of the time they were to be there, and they only treated their blanket and sheet not and of their other clothes. Then tossed everything they had in one big bag so what was the point in treating the stuff they did treat if your going to toss it all back together to start with. And they could have taken their clothes and treated them first during that day when they found all this and gave them back so they had stuff instead of not treating it at all.

Her hands looked really bad big bumps looked like knots, they were read and looked swollen or puffy. Then she had them all on her arms and legs. She had some on her neck one or two on her stomach and back but not to many just the couple. She said she been this way for 3 days or more. I wasn’t sure what it was what I should do to treat it and if I needed to be worried about the other kids getting it or getting something started in my house that I was going to have to fight to get rid of. I ended up taking her to the er to get checked out and they said they really wasn’t sure what it was either. He didn’t seem to think it was bed bugs and that it was some other bug that got in the their cabin since it mostly only bit her in areas that were not covered by clothes. But that don’t explain why no other girls in her cabin but one got bit. One was on one side of the room one on the other and she only got them when she went to bed at night. So I still don’t know what it is and will probably end up taking her back to the doctor today if they are not gone when she gets up.

I am really not happy that the camp did not tell me that she had bites or bumps and told them they were just mosquitoes bits. Even if they thought they were they knew this was what they said the other little girl had they should have let me know she had something but this is what they thought. They should have also told me that she had almost 100 of them. even that should have told them it wasn’t just mosquitoes bites when they had not been outside at night and only her and one other girl in the cabin had them and when she said I only get them when I go to bed at night. I am also getting ready to call the health department up there and ask them what they were told and if they went out there and what they found as well. If they have not been contacted I am going to let them know what is going on and that I was told they were contacted and that maybe they need to go check and see what is going on and why parents are being told they were contacted. This is not right at all. If the person in charge of her cabin had been doing what they were supposed to then they may have noticed the first day and and not 3 or 4 later when someone else seen them and said something and she may not have gotten whatever it is so bad.

I don’t know and despite all this they want to go back next year but I don’t feel I can send them next year when they can’t call me and tell me anything like this is going on and the camp people lied and handled it so poorly in my opinion. I should say my son went as well and they did all the same stuff and he didn’t come back with even one bit on him. Only thing different about what they done was their cabins where they slept. I seen tons of other kids there when I was picking them up and they didn’t have any bits on them from anything not so much as a mosquitoes bit. They may have had one or two that you didn’t see but none of them were covered in them like my daughter was. They all had on shorts and things.



{June 19, 2015}   A Call From Camp

12 hours until I leave to pick the kids up from camp and I missed a call. I didn’t know the number ether so I wait to see if a message is left before I call it back. There was it was a guy from camp he said he wanted me to  know that my oldest was fine but they had a problem with her cabin and needed to talk to me. I called him right back to see what was going on. Again he said she was fine she wasn’t there with him she was out with the other kids doing activities, but he needed to let me know that one of the girls in her cabin was diagnosed with bed bugs by the nurse on staff.  He said they had a empty cabin and moved them over to it, that they took all their bedding and gave them some to use. He said it was a little nicer cabin than they were in so it was like a upgrade for them. They had talk to other camps around the area and I think he said with the health department as well and was taking precautions to keep it from spreading. He said they had been treating the bedding and the girls things with heat for about the last 36 hours or so at that time. He wanted to let everyone know in case we wanted to bring plastic trash bags or what to put her stuff in and stop somewhere on the way home and wash it as well to be on the safe side.

I wasn’t happy at first that they waited almost two days before they called and told me anything was going on. But then I figured they were probably busy trying to get the little girl picked up and all the rest of the kids moved to a new cabin and getting all their stuff gathered up and starting treatment with it and trying to be sure none of the other girls seemed to have any problems as well. I would rather them to get it under control and taken care of as quick as possible to keep it from spreading and hopefully prevent her from bringing it home with her than calling me right away since it isn’t something life threatening I guess you would say. It sure isn’t the call I thought I would be getting and at that point really didn’t think I would be getting any kind of call. Hopefully it is all handled and under control.

8 hours and I will be in the van on my way to pick them up. It seems like this week has flown by. I really can’t believe it is Saturday already.



{June 19, 2015}   So Excited I Got A Letter

This evening I took the dog out to walk her and checked the mail. I didn’t expect to get anything really I checked it yesterday and it was empty. When I looked I was surprised to find two letters, one for me and one for my little guy. I was so excited I ran inside to give him his and open them. I helped my little guy open his first it was from my oldest at camp. I knew they were from camp I just didn’t know from which one as I addressed the envelop for them but didn’t put a return address on it. I did it in the car and was in a hurry. I read him his and then open mine. It had something in it when I open it it was a bird feather.

She said she was having fun, she was making friends. She said she met a girl there that went to the last school she went to and that she made friends with one of the girls in her cabin. She is watching out for my big boy but don’t see him much. She said he came over and sat next to her when she was taking a water break and they were all playing ball. He was pretty upset and didn’t want to play any more because his team wasn’t winning. She said she talked to him and tried to get him to go back and play but he wouldn’t. She went on to play. When she seen him the next day at breakfast or lunch he seemed to be happy again and doing ok. She said that the next night was the fire and smores she couldn’t wait. I am assuming that was last night because it probably took two days for the letter to get here. She said she was going to go she just got out of the shower and it was almost time to go to sleep. Then she put p.s the father is for little guy it is a sand hill father. He was so excited about that. He said is it a tickle father so I can tickle people with it. I told him to put it and the letter in his draw so he didn’t mess it up and could keep it.

She said you were right I am glad I came I am having fun and meeting new friends. I was glad to hear that since she had went back and forth about going after being at my mom’s.

I don’t know if my boy wasn’t able to get stamps or he just didn’t write. Maybe he wrote another night and sent it we will get it tomorrow even who knows. I know he isn’t much of a writer and I wasn’t able to send them with stamps. I stopped to get some but forgot until we were next to camp. We stopped at two little stores (the ones by us sell stamps) and even found a post office right my the stores but the post office didn’t have a stamp machine and it was closed. I told them to ask someone there if they could please have a stamp as they said they had some things for them if they forgot theirs. I was hoping he would write and tell me how he was liking it and things. Nothing she said worried me though, with his disability he gets that way over games and things. But then he will be fine once it is over and he has moved on to something else. I just hope he is making friends other than that. That he isn’t being picked on or left out. I really don’t think the people in the cabin or over the camp would let it happen but kids do things when people aren’t looking they aren’t stupid. I guess I will know what he thought before long. Only about 29 more hours before I have to be there to pick them up.



{January 31, 2015}   Memories

I remember when I was about 14 my dad had this big car it was a diesel, it was purple and it ran. Like you just floating down the road. It was like a land yacht. My grandpa his dad had some hunting property south of us about 100 miles. It was about 5 am I was up I couldn’t sleep for some reason that night. My dad got up and said lets go to camp. I had never been there my mom always told us if we went we couldn’t be allowed to go back to my dads. She didn’t want us around the guns and they drank down there a lot of times. There was always a bunch of people out there. She didn’t trust my dad. So me and my brother had never got to go. I decided I didn’t really care I wanted to go so I got my stuff and off we went for the day. I drove us all the way there. We pulled over inside the gate to get the guns out the sun was just starting to come up. You look out through the fields and there was deer all over. You couldn’t shoot where we were we still had to go a few miles or more in before you could hunt. A truck passed why we were sitting there he said that was grandpa’s friend going out to the camp so there would probably be a fire when we got out of there. It was so cold out I remember freezing on the way. I turn the heat on it get to hot turn it off and it get cold. We rode turning the heat off and on. We got out to the camp and parked he wanted to go hunt for a little bit since everything was just starting to move around. We walked and walked for miles. I don’t know how he was even able to find his way back to our camp and where we were supposed to be because everything pretty much looked the same. Once in a while you see a camper someone had pulled out there or something. We got back to the camp my shoes and feet were soaked it was so cold. They had gotten a big fire going. I was so tired I hadn’t slept at all the night before really. They had cinder blocks around the fire to keep it contained. I got one and pulled it as close to the fire as I could get without getting burnt sat down. I pulled off my socks and shoes and put them up on another one a little closer to the fire hopes they would dry quick and not melt or catch on fire. I fell a sleep, I would wake up off and on and move around because the block was so uncomfortable to sit on. I kept falling in the whole on it. I can remember still to this day over 15 years later thinking why in the hell would they put that freak-en whole in the block and why they wouldn’t have something else to sit on. I sleep for a few couple hours or more probably then got up. My shoes and things were pretty dry probably would have caught fire if I hadn’t woke up and got them. They had went across the street/path or whatever to this old camper they were gutting and using for fire wood. We hung out for a little while longer then we decided since my grandpa wasn’t out there to make the 50 mile drive over to his house before we headed home. I drove us all the way to his house and we hung out there for a while. It was nice to get to see him because I hadn’t gotten to in a long time. Then I drove us home. I don’t think my mom knows to this day that we went or that I drove us the 200 mile or more trip all the way there and back. I know she didn’t know at the time or the shit would have hit the fan. I probably would have never been allowed to see my dad again. I didn’t have a learners permit or anything at the time. She says she taught me how to drive when I was like 16. I had been driving for two years before that. My dad had this big station-wagon it was a stick shift. That was the first thing I learned how to drive in a closed down K mart parking lot one night. Then I use to drive me and my aunt through the neighbourhood to the little store because she couldn’t learn how to drive it for the life of her. My dad was tired of having to load everyone up and drive a few blocks a way to the little store every time she wanted to go. So he taught me to drive it in a few minutes he had been trying to show her forever. Sometimes she would drive and I would just have to make sure it was in park and things when we got where we were going. It just got to where it was easier for me to drive. Few times she didn’t get it right the car almost rolled a way why we were in the store.



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