I refuse to take my son, seven, on holiday with me – it’s costly and exhausting, I couldn’t care less if you judge me

SMOOTHING out my towel on a sun-drenched beach in Marbella, I slowly sipped my frozen margarita, knowing the only work I had to do was on my tan. The waves lapped gently against the shore and, although I was blissfully relaxed and knew I’d made the right decision, I was also aware plenty of parents...