With the benefit of all my experience.....my tongue is firmly in my cheek.....I can now say that the late night flight is much better than the morning flight. We all managed to get a bit of sleep this time around....not deep sleep.....but sleep nonetheless.
Hubby's Dad, Mr J picked us up at the airport, a short stop at their house and then we were off on the 90 minute drive to my Sister's place at Kurrajong to pick up Buster.
We were very keen to see him...would he remember us....would he punish us.....as he is prone to do when we leave him...would he care in the slightest?
Turns out he did...no he wouldn't, he was too excited to see us....yes he cared...he almost turned himself inside out in delight.
Then we drove the 2 hours back up the freeway home. It felt like a very long way.....even though we had already travelled over 12000kms...those last 100 were the hardest.
We were back home by about 4.30pm and though bed beckoned...we all tried very hard to stay awake for as long as possible. We knew it would be better in the long run. 7.00pm was the goal...we fell a little short...6.30 was bedtime....and we all slept for the next 12 hours, including the dog.
.....approximately 3648 loads of washing!!!
Welcome home to me.......