So hubby takes care of trips to amusement parks. The kids actually don't want me to come with them anymore. Because no matter how hard I try to enjoy myself, there's always that moment when it hits me: a desperate desire to go home. And it always hits me, much sooner than the rest of the family.
Yesterday they left for a trip to Disney World. 'I don't want you to come, mummy!' my second son taunted me. Before I could say anything, my eldest son said in stern tones: 'Billy, that's just plain rude!'
If amusement parks are Hell, having your eldest son come to your defense is my idea of heaven!
How do you feel about amusement parks?
Do you like them?