Cheer Camp | Combat Achievement Unlocked
Well, my week started bright and early on a summer day (anyone in education understands the coveted summer day), dropping the teenager and her friend off at the high school. Why, you ask? Cheer camp.
A three-day vacation I’ve been looking forward to since the cheer calendar hit my inbox. For three days, I didn’t have to drop off, pick up, turn around and drop off again, feed, listen to dramatic cheer stories, and repeat. Cheer has taken over my summer. MY SUMMER. The thing I look forward to for 180 days a year—the precious time needed to restore my hit points.
Cheer is SERIOUS. These girls are athletes:
- Practice 5 days a week for 3 hours
- Yoga once a week
- Strength training two days a week
- Clinics
- Camps
- Tumbling classes
Somewhere in that chaos, we also squeeze in soccer. And then she has the audacity to ask why I’m always tired. Mental exhaustion, my guy… just from attempting to manage your social engagements. Get off my neck.
But I digress.
Cheer camp drop-off went smoothly. Phones were a big no-no during training, which meant no texts asking for money or dramatic venting. Bliss. We took the boy to the splash pad, went out to lunch, soaked in the beautiful summer day.
One EMS ride later
Fast forward to 7:30 p.m. The day is winding down. We’ve just left the grocery store (which isn’t that bad when your two favorite men are with you), heading home for some dinner and a round of Monopoly—Pokémon edition—when it happens
Incoming calls from unknown numbers. Shoulder hanging. Teenager crying. Coaches panicking. No sports medics on site.
Thank GOD for my guy. He saves me both in-game and IRL. He takes the frantic call with all his smooth, in-control energy, facilitates the EMS response (we were over an hour away from Camp Doom), gives orders like he’s on shift, settles everyone’s nerves. Hangs up, looks at me and asks, “What’s for dinner?” Because hey—everyone’s still hungry.
One callback later, a long drive, and an ER visit down, we learn the shoulder is dislocated. New combat achievement? I don’t know. But it feels like it should be.
Ice Cream....Finally
She’s a trooper, though. After it was all said and done and her arm was in a sling (sadly not pink, just boring blue), all she wanted was ice cream and to go back to camp. Bless the coach who rode with her in the ambulance and secured a decent selfie for the Instagram story archive.
Everyone got dropped back at camp. Ice cream was secured (for the one remaining arm). The rest of us crawled into bed after midnight.
She must be feeling better, though—I already got a morning text asking for money.
Raising a teenager is just being professionally ignored by someone who uses your Wi-Fi and thinks you're cringe.
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