Amidst the paperwork, activity planning, equipment prepping and child care organising, I'm contemplating the exact same issues as when I last went on Year 5 camp - in Year 5.
- Food. Will it be absolutely dreadful? How do I avoid eating things I really don't like? Hope no one finds my secret stash.
- Family. What if I miss my fam and home so much I cry into my pillow and everyone thinks I've wet the bed?
- Fashion. What to wear? I don't want to look like I got myself all dressed up for camp, but I don't want to slum it either. Will the girls make fun of me?
- Faux pas. What if I get my period on camp? What if I need to go to the toilet, if you know what I mean? Will everyone see me getting changed? My boobs are smaller than everyone else's. Will the boys make fun of me?
So... many wrinkles, a degree, a post grad degree, a few boyfriends, one husband and a baby down the track - and I'm the same overthinking, worry wart that I was twenty something years ago.
Except this time, I'm the teacher. Like in charge and all that.
Therefore, I get all bossy and pretend confident.
Please don't tell anyone I told you that I'm worried.
Cause if you tell them and they tell someone else and they tell my friend and then she tells me, I'll hate you forever, okay?