I took the ex and the kids for a drive to Adelaide last weekend. We were a little scared about how the kids would get on in a ten-hour drive, and how we would actually get on. Tragedy brought my ex and I closer together. We had two accidents in our time away (neither were technically my fault, though I didn’t get the plate number of the truck that threw off a fruit crate that wrecked the front spoiler, radiator and air conditioner; fortunately my mum’s neighbour who backed into the car while it was parked on the street ‘fessed up).

But the kids were great passengers. Megan dived into Harry Potter’s world for the entire 22 hours we were on the road, and AJ enjoyed watching the dashboard for the next indicator symbol to flash so he could tell us which way the car wanted us to go. Very cute.

They were so cute I couldn’t help but film it.

The kids, and then Kate and finally I caught gastro within the few days back home in Shepp. Though none of us was particularly happy with it, I for one was totally relieved it didn’t hit any of us in the car. Many more accidents would have been had. Made mum and dad remind me of all the urine, vomit and sweat smell stories that plagued their interstate journeys when I was young. They’re feeling rather miffed at the mo’, having been hoping endlessly that my children are as bad as I was.