You can be shot for trying
The Kid wanted to get out of New York and both she and I love Maine. So, since the weather had dashed plans to meet up with a friend over the weekend, Howard, The Kid and I took an overnight trip to Maine. We stayed at our favorite hotel, swam outdoors in the heated pool and hit all our favorite places to go while there. We did have one good thing happen(I will explain in another post) but overall the trip was a disaster. Tempers flared, anxieties gave way to full blown hysteria and I ended up coming home more stressed than when we left. I think maybe I pinned too many of my hopes on this little getaway. I really had hoped that a change of venue would improve things, if only for a little while. Stupid me.