So in the end, we decided to escape England sooner than planned. The horrible weather had sent us all into a mild form of depression so we called it quits. We loaded the kids into the car late last night and caught a ferry that arrived in Calais about 2am this morning. As expected, no traffic and the kids slept. I fought off the sleepy eyes and actually drove for a little bit but hubster was the rockstar and got us most of the way home. This after going out for a curry dinner with old friends! It was beautiful here today and I'm so glad we had the whole day to be outside. I needed that.
The funniest part about all this is that we got lost coming home. How many times have we driven from our place to Calais? About a gazillion. We've got the routes around Paris sussed. Or so we thought. Some how, we missed our turn and ended up in Paris itself last night. Both of us were cracking up since we recognized NOTHING. Plus, since French directional signs are beyond pathetic, it was a game of chance trying to figure out where the motorway to the sticks was! But hey, when you hit Paris at 4am, it's not so bad being lost.
Exhausted tonight. Just spent the last 10 minutes hugging and playing with the furry children. They seem unfazed from their stint at "camp." Both have happily curled up in the garden, tails under noses. My turn to go curl up now too.