We got the groceries pretty close to right (tossed less from the fridge at the end than I think any other trip of that approximate length that I've been involved in), and I only had one meal out (ignoring fast food on the way over and the way back), which was intentional: there was no way I was going home without my fried clams.
We're almost entirely unpacked and put away. I still need to do grocery shopping on this end. The lovely woman who cleans our house took our garbage out and put it back for us while we were gone, so we have returned to empty, rather than full and reeking, trash and recycling bins. The Roomba bashed itself under a piece of furniture on probably its first cleaning trip while we were out, thus its been was uncharacteristically not full and its battery very dead.
There were few messages on the answering machine (three, one from me attempting to reach T. while she was here, and failing, which was fine because the issue I was going to ask her to take care of had unbeknownst to me already been handled).
The painter came and Did Stuff while we were gone, and the worst thing about having this done while we are on vacation (which we've now done four or more times) is that we really like him as a person and thus missing seeing him (the kids like him a lot, too). The front door and side panels are now purple, and the trim looks wonderful, and should continue to do so until it gets beat up by a winter or two.
The mini-trampoline/kiddie rebounder we bought at Toys R Us while on vacation (because we forgot to bring the folding Needak. D'oh.) went home with my sister (along with my CD collection and a decent fraction of my DVD collection); they don't have one.
It looks like the biggest loss of the trip is T.'s lanyard, which had on it a garage door opener, a key, and a couple other odds and ends. I was really hoping it would turn up while we were unpacking. I'll take one last pass through the cars. [ETA: It turned up in a seatback pocket. Woot!]
We even remembered not to try to drive into the garage with the bikes still on top of the cars.
ETA: A. and I went to the toy store to pick up something I'd called them about a week and a half to two weeks ago; the order they had been expecting arrived and what I wanted to buy was in it. So that was great. Since that toy store is right next to Donelan's, I figured I'd do the grocery shopping there, rather than drive over to Roche Bros. On the one hand, I felt like I was cheating on a significant other. On the other hand, Wow, was that a great experience. Previous efforts to buy groceries at Donelan's have Failed: they never seemed to have whatever it was I wanted or, often, even a close approximation to it. This time, they had everything I was thinking of buying, so I started shopping for all the stuff that I was no longer able to find at Roche Bros. And it was all there. Freaky. Wonderful.
Lesson learned. The grass _is_ greener over there, for realz.