another week at camp has come and gone.  it was a long one but other than a major meltdown (in which i dramatically removed my glasses) over counselors raiding the kitchen and eating massive amounts of chips, cheese and salsa (let’s not forget how much i cut the snack budget!) the week was a success.  it ended with an out of this world family shabbat dinner celebration with over 150 people.  sure, the potluck was lacking (heavy on bread, light on actual food) but a camp shabbat experience was had by all…see:

(if you can’t tell, that’s everyone dancing during shira)

this morning i am up early (okay i know its almost 9 but the alarm went off at 7:30) and ABN and i are headed to BIG SUR for the night.  i am so looking forward to the time outside of the city, and the brief escape from this summer of nonstop work.  and i know how much this (brief) trip means to ABN.  at the same time, i can’t just turn off camp brain and i can’t ignore the fact that i’ve been working 12-14 hour days all week.  and while seeing our beautiful coast is very high on my list, catching up on sleep, writing some programs and doing pay roll looms as well and i’m just not sure how to balance it all.  i feel like i’m actively choosing who to fuck over.  can ABN handle another weekend of me working – um, no.  can my staff and kids handle me coming in on monday with unorganized supplies, half written programs and an unavailable camp director because i’m buried in pay roll hell?  probably not.  i think its making these choices, not the actual outcome, that leads to the most anxiety.  ativan anyone?

also, all the campers are calling me LIZZIE…wtf?!