My DH's parents have a holiday cottage on the coast (UK). I fucking hate going, but every year I slog along at least three times despite repeatedly saying I hate it there. The kids love it, and so I always make the best of it and go for them. I used to live in the town where the cottage is, and it does not have happy memories for me. DH thinks I should by now be over this, but 10 years on I still can't stand the bloody place. I can just about bear it when it's nice and sunny, but January? FFS.
My dcs are 8 and 9 now. He wants to go this weekend. AIBU to say I'm not going, go on your own and take the kids. I'll stay home and catch up on the cleaning....