I was never much of a summer camp kid. I went, every summer, from around the age of 8 or so, but I never really got into it. While I loved the idea of camp, I kind of just preferred being home where I could do what I wanted, on my own schedule. When I was old enough for overnight camp, I went, but never with a smile on my face. I was the one who sent home the weepy letters and made my parents visit me so much more often than they would have liked. I just didn’t get it.
For the first time this year, all three kids wanted to go to day camp. Off they went last week, armed with extra sunscreen and water. Turns out I have three camp kids on my hands, and as a grown up, I freaking LOVE summer camp. Why?
1. The kids come home starving. They don't even have the energy to complain about what I've made for dinner, they just shut up and eat.
2. They don't need daily baths. Well, if you count the pool as a bath like me, I mean.
I create a special savings account
I put a little away at a time
I cut corners until I can afford it
Save? Who has money to save?
I plan to put it on my credit card and love the benefits of the reward program