How to Drive Three Children to the Brink of Insanity in One Day
OR We Drove
Due to complicated tax things that I try to ignore, we are obligated to drive a certain number of kilometres every year. This year we fell short by 2000 kilometres, a situation that would cost us almost $2000 if we didn't make those kilometres by March 31st. So last weekend we decided to 'go for a drive'. And that's exactly what we did.
We drove south.
We found a very picturesque lane in a swamp near Byron Bay.
We looked for koalas, but this is the only one we saw.
We stopped near Ballina to stretch legs and admire the view.
The kids were so funny.
"Where are we going?"
"Nowhere, really, just for a drive."
"How will we know the way home?"
"Oh ye of little faith!"
Then, of course, due to tiredness and an incident with an idiot who cut us off, we missed the turn off to our part of the city, and found ourselves headed in entirely the wrong direction. No problem, we'll just get off the motorway and go home a slightly longer way. That's when Samara burst into tears, wailing "We'll never get home!!"
Ten hours after we set out, we dragged ourselves home. The kids were too tired to even eat toast for dinner.
We have another drive ahead of us tomorrow, but it's much shorter, and the kids are going to stay with Grandma and Pop for the day. We are all much happier with that arrangement.