We began the day promptly at 12:38pm. The first activity was Bubble Bath Baby Pool.
 
I filled the baby pool with bubble bath foam and threw in some snakes for them to find (plastic, not real- c’mon people). I thought it was a deceivingly clever way for the kids to get a bath while they played. In fact, I don’t think they would have caught on if I hadn’t perched on the edge to shave my legs. Inappropriate? Maybe. But I refuse to apologize for being a fantastic multitasker. …

Next, a beautiful yellow & black butterfly landed on Camp Cheapo property.

It occurred to me that every camp needs a nature walk, so I pulled the kids out of the pool and we walked over to the butterfly, thereby constituting a nature walk.
 
I explained that it was a rare Costa Rican Tiger Butterfly called so because of its yellow & black markings. Then one child pointed out that tigers are orange & black. Then I pointed out that he was free to march his smart-ass back home to read more encyclopedias.

In an attempt to curtail our household spending I opted not to send my kids to a real camp this week. The way I see it the money can be better spent on hair foils, manicures, and a much needed bikini wax or two. And to ease my guilt I decided to hold my own camp,- I mean jeez, we own a Slip N Slide and an assortment of bandaids, how hard can it be?

On Day 1 we started with an 11am camp meeting (Camp Cheapo starts late), made a run to Kmart for supplies (Camp Cheapo is unprepared- hey, we’re not the Boy Scouts), knocked on doors to recruit more campers (Camp Cheapo encourages last minute participation), then immediately broke our hose so we had to borrow the neighbor’s (Camp Cheapo is resourceful). The first activity (slip n slide) began at 2pm. I quickly concluded that using dish detergent to slick the surface is a bad idea.

Next we moved onto the Shaving Cream fight. Brian had warned me that it might burn their eyes. Nothing I could do about that but I did buy the Aloe version so at least it would soothe their impending sunburn.

While I was printing the words to Kumbaya,  Brian asked me if I had been drinking. Not yet.

Read Day 2, then feel sorry for me.