Every year we do the same thing: drive to Kent for my in-laws on Christmas Eve, Christmas Day there, then to my parents in Bristol on Boxing Day. Two kids under six in the car, motorway traffic, no naps, overstimulated meltdowns, and we come home needing another holiday.
This year we've said we're staying in London. Just us four. Pancakes, a walk on the Heath, a nap, whatever we feel like. Families have been told and there's been some... frostiness.
Has anyone else done this? Did it feel worth it, or did the guilt ruin it?