I'm sitting here in my office, desperately trying to get my work done before my two week vacation starts on Monday (yeah). It should be the perfect day to be at work – it's raining and gross out, I have no meetings and a clear list of what I need to do today. I should be a machine. Productive, productive, productive.

Unfortunately, each time the rain restarts, I find my mind wandering towards . . . my kids.

We all know how unusual this is for me. When the kids are at school and I'm at work, I'm pretty good at staying focused. But today is different because my kids are at camp. Outside. In the rain. At camp.

If you haven't attended camp (day or overnight), you can't understand the misery that is a rainy day at camp. Everything is wet – clothes, seats, feet, shoes, heads, food, backpacks. With nearly 600 kids at camp, there are no buildings big enough to accommodate everyone, so I'm sure the kids are huddled together, protected only by the clothing they brought with them and the roof over their heads (no walls of course - these are open pavilions).

When I was at overnight camp I loved rainy days because they generally meant a break in the schedule. An opportunity to watch a movie in the mess hall or spend the day weaving friendship bracelets at Arts & Crafts. But after a couple of days even that can get old. But it's different at day camp. They really have no place to put these kids.

Any other day I would have kept the kids home. But with only two days before our two week vacation, I didn't have much of choice.

Not that that makes me feel any better as I look out at the downpour. Maybe I'll just run over to get the kids...