We celebrated with our annual pilgrimage to the beach in search of sand and surf.

We got the band back together with our 'P' plater taking time off her summer jobs to join us in the caravan while our 'L' plater tagged along in her car to get her hours up, and work on some parallel parking and hill starts during daddy's downtime.

What can I say, there's nothing quite like living literally on top of each other - in bunk beds - to help iron out the wrinkles in family relationships?

Only the brave need apply for the position of head of the household when the house holds four females under the influence of a cocktail of hormones, not always happy, plus the occasional cocktail, under the same roof inside the annex and caravan.

Thank goodness for Kym's masculine ability to remain calm under pressure.

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I'm sure all those years of military training often come into play, as we continue to help each other smooth off our rough edges.

Areas for development are vast and various, but most certainly include using the right tone of voice, keeping a neat and well-ordered suitcase, being bikini ready at all times plus prepared to go shopping with short notice, and cleaning-up after oneself.

My main fault continues to be my outrageous insistence on providing parental guidance to my grown girls - who most definitely do not always appreciate it.

It's so difficult for me to wean myself off being a mum when I am so very clearly still a mother.

Every day I have to remember to remind myself to parent differently.

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It's not necessarily that my daughters' need different support from me, but that they need it delivered in a different way, sort of by stealth, so that they have no idea it is happening.

I'm still very new at that delivery system, even though I'm actually in my last couple of months as a mother of three teenage girls, with March marking my eldest daughter's graduation from teenager to 20-something.

Hopefully I will be closer to a perfect parent by then, although she has been fairly easy on me, while bun-bun the middle one has been brutally honest and my baby most forgiving.

Happy little Australians.