Despite my relative inexperience driving in city traffic, the children and I made it to our hotel, unharmed.
Upon our arrival, the Man-Cub joined several of The Teenager's teammates in the hot tub (and, I quote: Hellooo, ladeeeeez) while The Teenager hunkered down in my room to work on a summation for a debate that she must have turned in on Tuesday.
To recap: we are in Denver, in a fairly decent hotel and one of my children is studying, voluntarily.
The Mayans totally called it.
Consider yourselves warned.