So that was it.
Just shy of six weeks holiday, done and dusted.
I admit, at first I was dreading it.
Alone with three kids with just my imagination to fill the gaps between meals.
But as I got my head around the fact that we didn't have to rush anywhere, we got into the flow of things and had the summer has been lovely.
There have been moments I literally wanted to bottle. Den-building for hours, laughing at films, dancing competitions, day trips out. Simple and fun things that stick in your mind forever.
Asking Minxy what she enjoyed doing, she said: "Picking flowers from her bedroom window at grandma's house."
Ah, the joys of being six years old.
A long holiday to France helped massively, and with our batteries recharged, it was finally time to embark on The School Run.
I had almost forgotten how to get up and out the house before 11am, let alone be eating breakfast by 7am. Urgh!
A shiny new lunch box, new uniform and the anticipation surrounding Minxy's new teacher were enough to get us to the school gates alone.
This year there were no tears, just a buzz in the playground as friends reunited, parents lamented the end of the summer and a crisp freshness in the air signalled that autumn was just around the corner.
More than that, I surprised myself with how well I managed (shock, horror, mother looks after her own children) especially as this could be my first and last summer holiday I spend with them before I return to work.
What have been your best memories of the holidays?
