I buggered off abroad with DH when my eldest was 18 months old
it was a disaster
she chose that week to get herself admitted to hospital with massively swollen glands, a raging temperature, dehydration and the threat of lymph node biopsy
she was perfectly fine the day we left her with her doting grandparents, and we couldn't get an earlier flight home (it was off season and flights only once a week)
"oh, you'll be fine, you are only a short flight away" was what we allowed ourselves to be reassured by
er, no, not if there are no friggin' planes !
we had said to MIL "only call us if somebody dies" < big joke, haha >
imagine our dread to get a text msg saying "call home"
that was the first and last time I put my "right" to child-free jollies and uninteruppted shagging before my dc
never again (they are nearly grown now, and we have never done it again)
lesson learned
our holiday was no holiday at all, just sat in the hotel room for 4 days crying, figuring out how to hijack a plane to fly us back to the UK
a bit off topic, sorry, but it just reminded me