How many Mum's, especially with babies and young children would relish the thought of a night away in a (probably luxury) hotel, to have a nice meal cooked by someone other than yourself, washed down with a glass of expensive wine (assuming all expenses are paid). To have a nice long, hot, uninterupted soak in the tub, maybe a hair wash and the time to brush and style it without having to tun the hairdryer off every few minutes because you are SURE you just heard the baby cry. To smother yourself in a nice moisturiser and get into fresh PJ's that wont be dribbled or sicked on (for at least the night). To slip between the fresh hotel sheets, and read a few chapters of that book you've been meaning to read since your last beach holiday 2 years ago, or to watch a film or crap TV and to then finally close your eyes and slip into the deepest, most blissful sleep knowing you won't be woken up by a little person pulling at your hair or trying to peel open an eyelid to "check if you're awake". To then have a leisurely breakfast before travelling First Class to Brussels for the day, or for the average Mum (that I'm talking about) heading home back to her brood and everyday life and jobs. Yet this madam, manages to make it sound like an absolute chore that she's going to have to solider on through. Fuckkkk offfff lady!