We actually made it back to Sydney last Wednesday but, between a full day of washing, cleaning and grocery shopping and two games of football over the weekend, it might as well have been yesterday.
And, yes, Austin and I handled the boys-only trip back from Melbourne like a couple of seasoned professionals.
Our planned 900 kilometre journey became 1,162, and we twice broke the 'no longer than 1.5 hours without a break' rule; on one occasion pushing on for well over three without driver fatigue or a single scream from the back seat.
We learned that every town has a pub bistro and that each of these has a high chair. We learned that when it rains an information centre is the best substitute for a playground. They come with adoring elderly folk and an abundance of pamphlets for a young lad to redistribute.
We also learned an awful lot about Ned Kelly.
Most importantly, though, we learned that the Very Hungry Caterpillar never falls out of reach if you stuff his head under the strap of of the car seat.And this keeps at least one little traveller at equilibrium.
To be honest, the all-family trip down the south coast had given me a few nerves. I'd done all the driving, while Kate had done a great job of keeping Austin amused.
How would he cope without all those smiles and tickles?
As it turned out, I needn't have worried. The lad did me proud. Sure there were a few grumbles in the last hour of the final day, but coming back into Sydney is always a hassle and I was as keen as him to get back to Rozelle.
And, almost a week later, it's finally starting to feel like old times.
Click here to view some photos of the trip.
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