Why would you want to stay in the same hotel, see the same staff, eat in the same cafés and visit the same beaches year on year?
Because it's easy and there are no surprises. I now get it.
I have, without realising it, become a complete creature of habit since having children.
Unfortunately my habits don't stretch to an annual trip to Marbella.
I just go to the same cafés and sit at the same tables and order the same drinks.
It's like lack of sleep (aaaaahhh! Not the dreaded sleep deprivation chat again...) has sucked out any ability to think creatively.
So I stumble from one overly familiar situation to another.
For example, there's a new market that's opened near our house. Its full of exciting, interesting stalls and shops.
On the first day I went to have an explore with the children.
We sat at the first cafe we came to and had a coffee and a babyccino (I feel a deep self-loathing every time I ask for a babyccino, like I've got 'TWAT' tattooed across my forehead.)
This is now the cafe we go to every time we visit the market.
It turns out, out of the 10 or so other cafés in the 20 metre radius, this one is by far the most expensive, with a cheese sandwich coming in at a payday-loan high of 5 pounds.
But I can't make my brain deactivate and sit anywhere else.
The poor children have become a product of this inability to think creatively. If at all.
We play a pitiful number of games on rotation.
There are three parks we go to.
Meals are beyond dull, and I've inadvertently ignored 90% of their story books in favour of a small number of tales which my daughter now knows off-by-heart and corrects me when I miss a word out.
I need to mix it up a bit.
I'm not talking skydiving for kids, but I need to break some routines before we all die of boredom.
Either that or take out a second mortgage to afford the lunches in the most expensive cafe in Brighton.