Oh, yeah... the kids had fun, too

One harried mother...

Two children who refused to be hurried along...

A shitload of stuff that should have been taken care of earlier...

Two backpacks, carefully packed with towels, sunscreen, water shoes and clean clothing (all labeled with a Sharpie)...

Two plastic bags, filled with emergency clothing (all labeled with a Sharpie)...

One lunch, carefully packed in a lunchbox (you guessed it... labeled with a Sharpie)...

Two children, slathered with sunscreen and dressed for play (the younger one in a name tag that was written with a Sharpie, now that you mention it)...

Two children, two backpacks, one lunchbox, one beloved Cookie Monster book and one purse, all precariously juggled after an over-filled parking lot necessitated a block-long walk to the first day of camp (a rapidly cooling cup of coffee regretfully left behind)...

One cheerful goodbye, one tearful goodbye and 20 minutes spent waiting in the hallway for the all-clear sign on child #2...

Forty five minutes in Starbucks with friends, adults-only for the first time in 4 1/2 years. No strollers. No sippy cups. No toddler meltdowns. Conversations that were actually finished without interruption. Language and topic unsuitable for small children. Not a single spill.

Is it any wonder I was positively giddy?