This afternoon at approximately 4 pm, when I open my front door, it will be over.
14 years, 3 children, several prams, a lot of footsteps, even more car miles and one worn out mother.
There's been times when I've gone out with my slippers on, driven into cars at the foot of my driveway, felt sick, and wanted to weep with the death of my parents. Sometimes I did weep.
There's been times when I've had to turn around because I'd forgotten lunches, swimming costumes, medicines and PE kits.
There's been acquaintances made and lost and friendships that have stood the test of time. Together we've experienced disappointments and frustrations, births and deaths, tears and laughter.
There's been wet days, rainy days and windy days. Days when I've skidded on ice, got stuck in the snow and days where I was so tired with my insomnia I pumped myself with caffeine and sugar just to get the kids there on time.
But today, at last, the school run is finally over.
They'll still be plenty more trips to school and elsewhere of course. This is just a stage in life - as a parent you never stop caring for your children. I know in the future they'll be trips to pick the boys up when they're ill, for sports days, parent's evenings and after-school activities. And then they'll be the trips to universities to hand over cash, rescue them from crisis and maybe deliver a wholesome(?!) meal. One day, there may even be trips to see the grandchildren.
But for now, I'm happy. A little bit more time for me - but always a lot of love for my children, wherever that journey takes me.