Travelingjenny

Because of my not-the-most-fun-ever week at home with the girls, I was given a break today. Yes, a blissful two hours all to myself. And for some odd reason, I chose to spend those two hours in Freeport. The biggest tourist destination in Maine. On a holiday weekend. At the start of Christmas shopping season. Smart thinking. Really though, I had a nice time. I didn’t have to answer silly questions, or wipe anyone’s nose, navigate the crowds with a stroller, or haul around a bag full of snacks. I did, however, have to deal with tourists. Now, I realize I am short on patience after caring for a sick three-and-three-quarters year old nonstop for what seems like an eternity, but I think it was truly obnoxious for the (Canadian) guy behind me in line at the natural foods store to ask the cashier if they take Canadian money. What a minute, did I just get so caught up in the joy of driving by myself and blasting my own music that I ended up in Canada?! I don’t think so, mister! Last time I checked, Maine is not in Canada!! And Freeport is not even that close to the border. I mean, it does get pretty cold here, and there are lots of trees and flannel shirts and people with funny accents, but this is not Canada!! Geez, even my three-and-three-quarters year old knows the answer to that question!