Farewell, Tulip

Oh, Tulip, I hardly knew you and now you lie trampled on the ground, broken down in the prime of your life, never to bloom again.  Well, until next spring, that is.

At least I still have you, my lone back yard tulip. Be strong! I will remind the boys to watch their step while they swing their bamboo sticks magical swords, less they pop your head off, too.

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Here are the things that irritated me so much today that I yelled like a lunatic:

1) One of my 13-year olds spilled a box of one thousand toothpicks into a kitchen drawer in his quest to get one toothpick. He left the box askew and the drawer open.

2) My daughter accidentally peed on the freshly shampooed carpet.

I may have overreacted because I’ve been the sole parent in charge for three solid days now, plus two days last weekend and last night I didn’t go to bed until 1:00 a.m. because I am foolish. Saturday, when my husband returns, I’m out of here!

Lest I snap off someone’s head, just like that poor tulip.