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I am, as my mother-in-law loves to say about the kids, overtired. That would be the state beyond tired. Getting up at 6 a.m. each day this week has kicked my butt. Hard and swift. The hubby and I, we're night owls. And snoozers. So the responsibility of waking the boys, feeding them breakfast, making the lunches, digging the dry, clean swim trunks and towels out of the laundry basket, and catching the 7:25 bus to camp has been a bit much.

Guess what, though? It's all worth it. I've been dragging and unmotivated, but since I'm not performing (professionally speaking) for anyone this week, I can handle it. But I'm glad the weekend is upon us. Even Winston whinged this morning, "Aw, can't I have a break?"

The boys have had a blast at camp, coming home dirty and exhausted from eight hours in the sun. When I picked them up at the end of their first day, Simon simply gave me a knowing smile—the kind that says, "Oh yeah, Mom, that was awesome. Thanks!" He raved about the apple crisp he made in the Pioneer Village. A can of apple pie filling, topped with yellow cake batter and baked in a pit. I believe I've heard my Scouts' connection call it "camp cobbler." Winston, who has been climbing all week, fell asleep on the return bus and was really crabby after his first day. His personal triumph was being the only kid to climb the most challenging wall on the first day. He didn't climb yesterday, just rested and watched. I think the week was a day too long for the little tyke.

Last night we attended Family Night. The boys gave us a tour of camp, showing us the "gnome homes" they'd made. Gnome homes are shelters made of sticks and branches, set in a clearing in the woods. I know. I was thinking the same thing. Blair Witch Project. One and Two. We shared a cookout dinner and watched each group perform skits. Overall, Camp Croix was a very positive experience for all.

Earlier this week, I had an interview for a position at Capstone Press. If I count the disastrous phone interview at MMG, then this was my second interview since I've been unemployed. This face-to-face interview went well. I had an easy rapport with the hiring manager (the director to whom the position reports), who did a lot of head nodding as I carefully answered her questions. I say "carefully," as I artfully massaged responses to questions that asked me to identify areas where I lack skills or have made mistakes, as well as how I account for them. And, I was able shine in the hypothetical situations that were posed to me. Oh, I also had to take an editing test. I could go on about its idiosyncracies. If asked, I could defend any of my decisions, and it occurs to me that I should have taken the time to do so on the test. Still, I think I did fine. Crossing my fingers that I'm asked back for a second round of interviews.

An intriguing position, at a publisher I respect, has come open this week, and I promptly submitted my resume. I hope I'm not jinxing anything (yes, I'm superstitious, even though I claim I'm not) by saying that this job is my ideal. It's a national accounts manager for a midsize NY publisher, though location is negotiable. I think I'm a shoe-in given my middle of the U.S. location. In an airline hub city, I can fly anywhere at the drop of a hat—though I'll certainly be careful about how I present that particular point when selling myself. The job has bonuses, summer hours, and the flexibility of setting up my own office. I'm setting intentions for an HR screening interview. Please, please, please.

On the horizon, we're going to see some friends this weekend, as well as hit the Farmers Market. Because we've had a crazy schedule this week, I haven't cooked. At all. And, that's just not right. The situation will be remedied by getting some good raw materials, as well as some inspiration, from the Farmers Market. And, counts on some bike projects. Possibly a family ride.

Before I sign off, I want to send a music-video thank you to a friend who has been especially supportive this summer. Caryl, get ready for a trip to 1987. The video is from one of my favorite bands of all time, and certainly one of the best gifts my sis ever sent from France. I may have give too much away.