I love holidays (who doesn’t) and going away in general but I don’t count down in weeks from the day I get home until my next trip. Yes it’s miserable returning home from a holiday (although I think I’d be delighted to be home and not in Benidorm) but you can still enjoy being home and days out. She NEVER enjoys anything they do unless it’s a crappy little “holiday”. Imagine being so miserable in life that you can’t enjoy home and being with your children (the same children you were apparently so desperate for).