Last Sunday afternoon I was just settling in to enjoy my last Sunday afternoon of rest as we go to 1pm church next year. It was then that Garrett called from work to complain about how bored he was and a grand idea was hatched. "How about we go up to Strath for the night?" "Sure. We could be on the road in an hour." 2 secs later slap. slap, slap what was I thinking, 3 children, their clothes, their bedding, their food, their toys, their nappies, 1 husband, his clothes, his bedding, his food, his toys, his...Then "How about we stay two nights?" "Sure!" 2 secs later spare clothes, spare bedding, spare toys, spare nappies...

1hour 10mins later everyone is in the car and we are backing out the drive. I am so good.

Good thing we packed for two nights because on Monday we were so tired from our walk in Victor Harbor we never could have driven home safely.

We had a lovely couple of days away made even nicer for the fact that we brought the Xbox and the boys watched KungFu Panda twice everyday.

We are home now and back to reality with a massive thud when Zac threw up in the car, in the kitchen, in the lounge room and outside. I'm so glad I have such fond memories of our family holiday to get me through this tough time.