You know those slightly grating "36 Hours In Sheboygan" pieces that run regularly in the Times? They usually have the journalist, who moonlights as a boating enthusiast, stake out some quaint corner of the country for two days while reporting back on the rigors of his winery tasting schedule. You can almost hear the glee seeping out from his blackberry-and-buckwheat-pancake-stuffed mouth. In that spirit, I give you the alternative Mother's Day guide to "36 Hours In The Depths of Maternal Guilt." No passport necessary: