Do I look relaxed?

Here's today's road toll:

Tasmin awake 6.30am, three hours of "Are we ready yet?" punctuated with tears and tantrums; we leave home at 11.10am to collect Mum, arrive in Hahndorf half an hour later; have forgotten Angie's change bag with nappies, and Tasmin's bag of books; we stroll over a bridge on the way into town and Angie throws his Thomas the Tank boardbook into the creek; Tasmin has another meltdown; we meet Mutti; Angie nearly breaks a toy helicopter in the shop display while waiting for Tas and Mutti in Fairy Hollow; I nearly pass out from passive smoking (Mum's); finally we walk to the playground; tears of relief (mine) to see a friendly face (Lauren) there; collect Mum from her rest on the park bench and I am reprimanded by an Indian grandfather, "You left your mother here?"; back to the car and travel to Mutti's holiday house; leave everyone there while I go in search of nappies - on a public holiday - find some!; guiltily sit in the car with doughnuts and iced coffee, before returning; change Angie's very pooey nappy, get back into the car while Tasmin, excited to be having her very first holiday away from home, waves us off, complaining to Mutti, "Can they go home now?"; almost reach the tollway at the end of the freeway on the return home, realise I have forgotten to hand over Tas's car seat; then turn round for the return trip to Mt Barket with said seat.

Back home: 6.45pm. Phew.