I must say, whenever I think something might not be fun, it ends up being so. Although this week has been a ridiculous week (and last Saturday feels a million miles away...), I cannot believe how much fun the sixth graders, the chaperones (including MD, KB and myself) and I had on the trip to Camp in Wisconsin. Granted, it's hilarious to bring Jewish kids to a Christian camp (we had an astronomy lesson on Thursday night that ended with scripture verses and a quote "How big is his love" which elicited dirty comments from the supervisors. At least all the scripture verses were Old Testament and thus a part of the Torah. Never mind the fact that when someone asked the instructor whether or not SHE believed that there was life on other planets she answered, "No, because I believe that God made the universe special for just us.") and sing Birkat while we're there etc. But, it was amazing. I never got to go on aventures like this until I was in high school and there were several times that I got a little choked up watching my kiddos talking about each other, sing with each other and interact so nicely with each other. They're growing into such amazing human beings; I feel so lucky that I got to watch, and continue to get to.

We did tons of outdoor activites (none of which, except the sunset horseback riding, which was rather cold, was I remotely grumpy about) and I let myself get tackled in the snow. MD, a substitute who is turning out to be one of my favorite people AD, and myself sprinted to test out the Tobaggon Run before we let the kids out on it. I sent children down the tube hill, let them crash into each other and we cross-country skiied. Honestly, it was an awesome time and from letting them knock me with snowballs to me showing them how to use their poles in skiing, to listening to them show off their mythology prowace (yes, they were SO great during the constellation talk), it was totally rocking. Every part of my body hurts now, but I don't even care. It was amazing.

Now, though, I'm looking around, trying to figure out what to pack next in C's apartment and getting a little panicky. I guess it'll be alright. But, I can' thelp but feeling jut a tad bit exhausted. We're moving him tomorrow, and then we'll be all set. I hope...