We had a little day-trip to the seaside today. We took the two big ones. They plodded along behind us tweenager style while the other half bored them with his bird spotting wisdom.
Then we hot footed it over to my mum and dad's caravan and swapped the tweenagers for three loopy nutters.
My Mum's first words were "Thank God you're here".
They'd clearly overdosed on the fighting and the arguing and the smacking-each-other-round-the-head-ering that they'd been doing since Saturday.
Maybe next year they'll just take one kid at a time on holiday?