Recently I read in one of those travel brochures that are always falling out of newspapers, about a resort in Fiji which caters to families; apparently the place is chock full of employees who just love taking care of guests' children.
Just imagining being able to leave Baby with a nice local mama, confident that she's going to be well looked after (at least until her next feed) while I learn to snorkel (or kayak, or just toast my skin), makes me want us to go there (I've been to Fiji before and it's not a favourite destination).
I casually mentioned this place to the boy, hoping he'd be interested enough to suggest a wee tropical island holiday - our first holiday since almost exactly a year ago. But I only managed to say "I read there's a resort in Fiji that -", before he finished my sentence. I guess he'd been reading the same brochure.
At this point in my life, an ideal holiday would be one in which we are surrounded by loving, wise nannies and studly drinks waiters. Okay, just the nannies.
There's nothing definite, but I think I'll look into renewing my passport.