Day of reckoning – Hive and Nest

Today is one of those days of mothering penance.  A day to pay the piper. In other words, my day to chaperone Cub Scout Camp.

Forecast: 99º and sunny (That’s 37º Celsius, my European friends)

I have no tolerance for heat.  And direct sunlight just about kills me. Sure I can survive a jaunt across the parking lot between my air conditioned car and the air conditioned store.  Anything more than that and I wilt faster than you can say “prickly heat”.  

I don’t even own shorts.  I avoid all situations where they would be required (running, for example).  I stick to skirts and pants. I don’t think hanging with 10 year-old boys seems skirt-friendly, so I guess I’ll need to take a jaunt to the store before my shift on the surface of the sun at Scout Camp begins.

I’m sure I’ll survive.  I may be in a foul mood by the time all is said and done.  No doubt I’ll be feeling fine by Wednesday.  

When I have to go to Scout Camp again.