Dh is desperate for us to go away for a long weekend with the kids to Norway for the Christmas markets.
Sounds good yeah?
Not to me. The children are young (one is a toddler, one has behavioural issues). I'm stressing already at the thought of it. The getting them through the airport, the flight, bustling them through busy markets, everyone sleeping in one hotel room....
It sounds like hell wrapped up in a nice bow to me.
If I say no he'll go on about how I need to be more spontaneous. He's probably right but I like being boring and safe.
Aibu?