I am probably a bit of a spoilsport, but I cant stand holidays. I can barely bring myself to pack for a day out, let alone MANY days out.
There is the bag for the flights to pack, plan and pack for 2 adults (lets face it, dh is not going to pack his own stuff) and 2 kids, it is the house to prepare to be left, and locked up, and the cost. The worry of somebody falling ill, or injured on holiday, because that always happens. A holiday just isnt complete unless you have a trip or three to the docs for a course of antibiotics for me, or for one of the dc, an emergency dash to hospital, which always happens. DS1 was admitted to hospital on holiday once, ds2 had a horrid ambulance journey were his heart kept stopping, and he also had 5 stitches above his eye during our last holiday.
I am disheartened. We prepare, we book tickets, we pack, we go, we have a few nice experiences, and a few horrid ones, and then we return, and I have shedloads of laundry, and no money left.