May

Oh, May. May, May, May.

You're killing me. You've given us exactly one hour of sunshine in your first seven days, May. What the heck is up with that? We've been waiting for you. Waiting patiently through all the rain and freezing weather April brought us. Waiting for your warm, breezy, sunny days with blue skies. We thought you'd bring better days, May. The shame, the shame.

May, have you ever been locked in a house with two little boys for seven straight days in a row? I'm losing my friggin' mind, May. I expect this out of January, but not you, May.

C'mon now. Help a mama out. I'm waiting.