We're all going on a summer holiday...

Actually we're not, or we didn't. It was just myself and Sean. When we got the wonderful news of going back to baby land and rewinding our lives by 3 years, we decided that if we didn't go away now, we never would. Obviously we haven't a hope in hell of anyone ever offering to mind 3 children for us while we swan off to the sun. So in our first holiday together since our honeymoon (when I was also pregnant, incidentally), we went to Malaga for 5 days, while Mam and MIL co-minded the kids. It was fab...lying by the pool, reading books, eating out every night. I bought a little picture of Spain that I'm going to hang in the bathroom so that when I'm sleep deprived, with leaky boobs, not having showered for a week and dealing with twin toddler tantrums plus baby colick, I can remind myself that things do get better, life will get back to normal eventually and Sean and I will have another holiday together...when I WON'T be pregnant...babysitters willing. Anyone? Anyone? Helloooo...anyone there? The highlight of the holiday (for a complete stranger, not me) was being caught mid-pee, giving a pretty much full naked frontal in the men's bathroom of a tapas bar...curse them for their dodgy door locks. In my defense, being pregnant, it had been at least a whole 15 minutes since the last time I went and I couldn't hold it in the queue for the ladies. The poor (or lucky?) Spaniard got a view that only Sean and my gynecologist have ever been honoured with. Cringe! I'm never going back to Spain.