So many people seem to make such a great event out of the annual holiday in the sun that it can't be anything but stressful. It's a bit like a wedding - everything has to be perfect or the whole thing is ruined, and if that means the kids have to eat nicely at the table and sit quietly like little angels in the airport lounge, then so be it. And if it should rain? OMG - the holiday is a complete disaster!
Frankly, anyone who claims to enjoy such a holiday is welcome to it. Meantime, I'm off tomorrow with the caravan for a few days' peace and quiet in the British countryside. I can eat what I like, when I like. I can go down to the nearest pub and be sociable, or I can stay in the 'van with a bottle of wine and amuse myself watching the antics of other campers. The best thing is, when I've had enough, I can pack up and come home again without having to wait three days for the package flight.