Dear Spring, I Hate You

Dear Spring,

   I hate you. I really do. I mean, you’re all sunshiny and breezy and warm but with this great weather comes bugs… and lots of them. My house has been overcome with ladybugs. There are a gazillion of them on each of my window panes. I can’t stand to open my blinds because the ladybugs just sit there staring at me, trying to get inside. I hate them.

And as if the bugs weren’t enough you had to go and bring pollen with you. This is no fun. My newly washed truck looks like it’s been hit with millions of tiny yellow paint balls. I can’t get the mail from my mailbox without being covered up to my elbow in yellow dust. And my children….they are suffering. My son looks like a walking zombie. His eyes are bloodshot and swollen. His skin is dry and scaly. He sneezes constantly. And most nights, because of his dry nasal passages, he has nosebleeds.

So Spring, while much of the world basks in your glory I sit, resenting your arrival. I hate you and I wish you (and your friend summer) would pass quickly to make room for the wonders of autumn.

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