You know those moments when you just have to laugh? Like there’s no option but to accept what you’ve been given and just laugh about it.
That’s exactly what happened when they were doing role call for the teachers at camp. I was sitting back, minding my own business, when I heard my name being called. I said, I’m here but I’m not teaching. To which they replied, yes, you are, we assigned you a class. I guess I’m teaching then… So, of course, my next obvious question: what age am I teaching? First and second grade. I laughed. I literally laughed out loud, in the middle of the meeting. Then, I proceeded to ask the girl next to me what book of the Bible the lessons were supposed to come out of. This week is quickly becoming a joke. And I think I’m the only one laughing.
At this same meeting, they were talking about kitchen duty. In my mind, I’m thinking, we have 13 kids and 9 of them have never been to camp before, so we’re not going to volunteer our group for kitchen duty. Lo and behold, they announce everyone is signed up and we’ve already been assigned a time. What did we get? Breakfast duty. On what day? Wednesday, which also happens to be my birthday. Happy birthday to me!
I don’t pick a top bunk for a reason. I don’t want to climb up there all the time or make the bed, it’s just a mess. You know what bunks 8 year olds pick? Top bunks. 10 seconds after we’ve chosen beds, I hear: Brittney! Can you help me make my bed?! So guess what I get to do? Climb around on everyone’s beds and help them get their fitted sheets on. Exactly what I was trying to avoid.
I guess I didn’t really figure out all the facts before camp. See, it never really occurred to me that I was taking so many young kids. I had 4 girls that were under the age of 8. This fact didn’t dawn on me until I got to camp and realized that I was going to have to make sure these girls went to bed and make sure that they woke up and got dressed in the morning and got fed. You know, all those little details never really mattered until I looked around at the room full of little girls I was standing in. We all know how well I do with being on time when I’m by myself. Add me being responsible for other little lives into that and late becomes an understatement.
I’ve never felt called to work with kids. I told someone at camp that and they laughed at me. It could’ve been because at the time I said that, I had three children hanging on me like their lives depended on it. But atleast, finally, someone else is laughing. I’m just not sure if they’re laughing with me or at me. I’ll just take what I can get at this point.