At long last the week is over. TGIF! I made it. I survived. I survived a week with 9 – 12 year old kids as an instructor for bicycle camp. We had a few crashes, some tears, some scrapes — even a bee sting. But no one was seriously hurt and all my campers stayed as safe as they could with the occasional “Stop riding in the middle of the street, stay to the right!” reminder from me or my co-instructor. Whew. That was tough. But not as tough as teachers that do this for ten months out of the year. Mad props and respect to them. How can they do this?! I am completely wiped. Happy to finally just vege out on the couch and breathe a big sigh of relief. Yes. Now my vacation can really begin!