I'm going to wake up early. I'm going to go to bed late. I might sit down for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. During that time, my head will be pounding as cups are slammed on the tables. I will be covered in paint and picking it out of my hair before climbing into bed. I'll cry. I'll laugh.
My feet will hurt. My body will ache. I won't even care that my bed is so incredibly uncomfortable when I climb in because I'll be so tired that it doesn't matter. I'll shower with flip flops and check my shoes every morning for anything that might have crept in during the night. My food will all be served on a plastic tray, and I will abandon all thoughts of eating healthy. Hopefully, I'll keep my elbows off the table, or else I might have to run around it before resuming my meal.
I'll dance (in a toga), swim, sing silly songs, and spend about twenty minutes washing Jello and whipped cream from my hair (but the burning sensation will be stuck in my nose for several hours afterwards!).
At the end of the week, I will want to fall over and sleep for another week.
And I can't wait! Camp Discovery starts tomorrow!