Yesterday, whilst having coffee with dad and the kids by Sydney Harbour, five days since I drove away from my home, it finally dawned on me: This is life now.  I think this could be OK.

Moment of realisation

It’s no wonder it took five days.  I just drove Brisbane to Sydney solo with two kids.  I’m crazy, but there wasn’t space for another human in the car and someone needed to pack the house up.  It worked.

Driving away from home with about as much stuff as you can fit in a Skoda Yeti

There were hectic moments and there were good moments.  I only photographed the good ones.  I don’t need to remember the shower tantrums or nearly losing children while I repacked the car.

Beautiful Kingscliffe – just an hour down the road it was time for a break.

Things that worked when road tripping with kids: water bottles on strings tied to their  seats; kiddie spy mirrors; snacks packed in different shaped containers; LOADS of snacks; extended breaks and novel toys wrapped in paper; audiobooks and actions songs “get ready, to wiggle..!”

Activities for kids while I prep dinner – thanks to our neighbour Jess

A frosty 5.c morning in Yamba with no heating.  The kids watch TV while I pack the car.

Spy cam – my eyes on the kids, err, the road

Breaking up the journey with visit to “Pa’s”

Justin flew down from Brisbane last night and we’re now in Goulborn en route to Melbourne.  It’s FREEZING.  This is going to be some adjustment.