My Kids Went to Boston and All I Got Was This Lousy Blog Post

I'm still so angry with my kids for going to New England without me. I try to invite myself with my kids (and their friends) on nearly every trip they go on (not to mention I invite myself to their parties too) but I just could not successfully invite myself on their latest trip. I am still so biting upset that they went without me because everyone knows how I would have loved to have gone. I won't be speaking to them for awhile (until the next trip I can invite myself on).

I love fresh maple syrup! Especially fresh maple syrup in Vermont. How dare they!

I would have loved to have gone to New Hampshire. I've never been there. I'll probably never get to go either. Thanks a lot.

I've always wanted to go to Sharon, Vermont and of course this is the week my kids picked to go. Without me. And they knew I've always wanted to go here. I bet I never get here either.

The Freedom Trail sounded so fun to me. I am such a fun traveler and walking partner. I would have run circles around these guys. But no, I wasn't invited.

Why can't I go to Maine? Maine would love to have me.


This could have been the trip that bonded Kate and me so she wouldn't have any more crying fits when I walked into a room with her. But that didn't happen either.

I just wish that someone would've taken me to New England because they knew how much I have always wanted to see the fall leaves and all the great authors' birth and resting places. I wish my kids cared about me enough to wait for me to be able to come.

Hmph.