So there are lots of things I could feel bad about. Forgetting to feed the kids dinner. Losing one in the front yard. Never remembering the blasted sunscreen...it is only March. Throwing the ball to Finn 199 times instead of 200. Telling people I'm not thier mother...just the babysitter. But no...I don't really feel bad about these things. I feel bad for the daffodils. Every spring they are totally screwed. And every spring I feel their pain. These sweet, innocent flowers, popping up to make everyone happy. A reminder that spring is here. They emerge into unmulched beds, full of weeds. Because no one has even considered the feelings of the daffodils. You suck daffodils...you are not worth our time. We are united and standing up as a nation. We will not mulch are beds until we've witnessed your demise. Because let's face it, the daffodils are dead and gone before anyone even thinks of making that first schlep to Home Depot.
We made our first schlep to Home Depot on Wednesday, the second offical day of spring. Me and the triple threat. While I know I will regret saying this in a few years, being trapped in the car with Lillian is like having a full sippy cup thrown at your head over and over and over again. This is her one sided conversation.
Mom Bennett is allergic to peanut butter mom so he can't have peanut butter and jelly sandwiches mom he's allergic mom like when you sneeze from flowers and trees mom he can have jelly sandwiches mom but not peanut butter mom I can have peanut butter sandwiches mom because I'm not allergic to anything mom what happens mom if i'm allergic to something mom and we don't know it mom are peanut butter and jelly sandwiches good for you mom how come peanut butter is good for you mom peanut butter is brown mom and I don't like the color brown mom how come peanut butter is good for you mom and I don't even like the color brown mom jelly is not good for you mom but pink is my favorite color mom and jelly is pink mom so how come jelly is not good for you mom if it's my favorite color mom mom mom mom mom mom mom
I was sort of afraid she wasn't breathing but eh, I was thinking about the daffodils.
I got my mulch. I am standing up for the daffodils this year. I am sick and tired of them being treated so poorly. I have mulched and weeded, and I am proud to admit it. Twenty seven bags of mulch later...my daffodils are dead. Screw you daffodils.
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