Before we had a baby, we were quite accustomed to a weekend away. I love nothing more than lazying in a hotel on a Saturday afternoon, stuffed to the gills after an epic hotel breakfast. Or spending the evening discovering local bars in a new town or city in Ireland. However, since having Conor, weekends like this stopped for what I thought were obvious reasons. I have often seen friends and family pack up the car to head to a hotel with their kids for a weekend and I could never understand it! To me weekend breaks consisted of gin, meals out and lie ins. However, I was so wrong. As…
