Day 3 of camp

Sometimes I find myself in a moment where I can't help but wonder if perhaps I am letting my life get away from me. As I currently find myself in a 1978 yellow school bus lacking air conditioning filled with a stank scent of high school puberty so strong I think I can actually smell the year 2002 behind me. Not to mention I feel my lips and ears sweating. I think this might be one of those times. Did I mention the bus is taking all of us campers to the Plaza in Kansas City? I feel just like an insecure highschooler because I am contemplating asking the driver to drop me off a block away. I just dont like the thought of stepping of a school bus in front of Burberry. Shallow, I know. But what's the point considering I'll just have to rejoin the motley crew to lead them on a "photo scavenger hunt" all around the plaza. What happened to the good ol days of neighborhood scavenger hunts knocking on random doors asking for tampons and condoms? I just don't think the plaza patrons will be welcoming our group with open arms. Another activity should have planned if you ask me. My suggestion was to take the kids to a gym and lock them in with the Twilight books and replay clips off the Today Show featuring the new Harry Potter them park. As usual, I was shut down. I'm sure it's because I haven't actually had to work since about May 15th, but this has been a very difficult week for me. What with the go carts and laser tag at the family fun center last night and now walking around the plaza tonight, they are just expecting too much of me. I've only been at the pool for a few hours the past two days. This job is becoming too demanding. I can see the mansions of Ward parkway quickly approaching. It's almost plaza time. I suppose I will have to swallow my pride and step off this yellow bus with my head held high. Or as quickly as possible.