Friday night at around 630pm Lil-Lil started vomiting. Chucking with such force that she spray painted the kitchen and the bathroom. D was screaming his little teething head off. All I could think was: "we're not going to make our holiday" as we were leaving in less than 12 hours.
But make it we did. The kids all were awake by 445am (you want my life, I know) so we thought we may as well get going.
The kidlets did brilliantly on the long car trip and by 3pm we were pulling into "Bine Bay" as they are calling it.
We jumped into our swimmers and hit the beach. The light of the setting sun, the blue of the sky and the green of the headland - seriously paradise. The water temperature was perfect. I can't remember a more perfect afternoon. "now this was worth the drive," I muttered to Skip.
Fish and chips overlooking the beach for dinner. All three kids collapsing into bed.
The start of a glorious week, I hope.