At 4:29am (SA time) yesterday morning, I was asleep in a beautiful (and surprisingly cheap) apartment at the Glenelg Gateway Apartments. At 4:30am, my alarm clock went off. By 5:30am, I was on the road, sharing driving duties with my wife, with three kids in the back, ranging from four months to four years old.
At 12:15am (NSW time), we arrived back home in Sydney.
My everything hurts. How on earth did my father and step-mother do this twenty three years ago with the same number of kids, plus cats and dogs, and drive even further?