Life is crazy. It's going too fast and I just can't seem to catch up. So much for journalling everything. The longer it went, the harder to get started. So backtracking bit by bit.

July school holidays. Seems like sooooo long ago. A distant memory. Holidays are funny like that. You plan for them for so long, enjoy every minute of them and then within no time they seem so long ago. We spent the first week at home. So much to do. A spare room that was in desperate need of a clean up, dentist appointments, hair appointments, some gardening, family visits and new born babies (niece and nephew) to meet.

Then, the Major and I boarded a plane and headed to Adelaide. Again.

A very quick 3 day trip to attend the birthday of a dear friend. A big birthday.

A big trip. A long way. But oh so worth it. Managed to catch up with a few friends.

Then, it was another flight to the Gold Coast.

A week with J and her family. A house on the Gold Coast canal.

It was the winter break, so not exactly beach weather which is what you would normally head to the Gold Coast for. We went for the Worlds- Dreamworld, White Water World and MovieWorld. After our time in the USA, I thought I would never want to visit a theme park again, but there's something about the fun the kids have at places like that. And we have so few of these holidays left with all of them. We wanted to do a 'kid' focused holiday with all of them, before Mr B's final year of school next year.

They had a great time. But J and I, well that's another story. We made the very bad decision to take on the Claw.

Two forty something year old, but young at heart women taking on the Claw. It had to be done. We were practicing for the Amazing Race after all. We would not be defeated.
I learnt three things. I am not a screamer, I just laugh a lot, even when being swung mercilessly on an almost 360 degree pendulum. Secondly,J is a screamer. Usually a big laugher, but not when being swung mercilessly from a giant pendulum. And lastly, The Claw remains unconquered by two forty something year olds who are perhaps more foolish at heart than young.

The end result- my lunch being an absolute waste of money and the rest of the afternoon spent sleeping in the car trying to recover. Both of us. At lest three hours before we felt half decent again. Apparently the rest of our families had an enjoyable day.

So, the next day, whilst they all tackled another world, J and I tackled the shops instead. Far more an achievable accomplishment for us.

Then, it was all over. An eight hour drive and we were finally home with school starting the next day.

Really, I needed a holiday to recover from our holiday.