well I did an amazingly clever thing today! I swanned off to 6pm Mass (I'd missed the family Mass because of dd's Netball match (which was eventually cancelled but that is long and boring saga, also consisting of me getting locked out, whilst grilling elderly Polish lady down street about her conservatory by IVRIS, which turned out to be Everest...) I LEFT the SUPPER IN THE OVEN and WALKED OFF INTO THE SLEET, and when I came home at 7.15 again, it was being SERVED by someone else! Hurrah! That cut out a lot of the usual bickering, although there was some dispute about whether ketchup is allowed on a roast. I forbade it,but eventually relented over mayonnaise.
Lovely evening, everywhere festooned with laundry, Call Midwife with all the kids, and have remembered to wash the Rugby boots..
Triplets I find going on holiday with Dh plus kids very unrestful. He is good on documents and money though. But he refuses to ask anyone for directions ever, and will not discuss public transport alternatives to his own masterplan, so in all in all it can be taxing. Last holiday with him was in Berlin,his hometown so to speak, and he behaved very well so I forgive him.
Perhaps you have hit nail on head! You need a holiday by yourself, for a few days somewhere. A weekend, a night even, just doing something other than family.