Before we had kids my husband and I embarked on a six-week European adventure. We hiked through the picturesque villages of the Cinque Terre, dined on seafood platters in Nice, took a catamaran cruise in Barcelona and museum-hopped through Paris. We got blotto on cocktails till one in the morning, slept in until ten and still managed to return home looking botoxed and zen.
Five years and two kids later, holidays consist of waking up at five – in the morning – with a toddlers finger up my nose before working through a spreadsheet of activities to keep the kids entertained, while we take turns speed slurping a poolside cocktail.