It's especially irritating when there are not children to blame and things go wrong. Jimmy is the only one home this morning so I suppose I should finish my poem from yesterday
Four growing Fletcher kids as calm as they can be
one went back to her boyfriends, and then there were three.
Three growing Fletcher kids, so quiet I don't know what to do
one went to work at 6 a.m., and then there were two.
Two growing Fletcher kids, the youngest so much fun
he went off to summer school, and then there was one.
One growing Fletcher kid, wandering around the house, lost, lonely, confused. Well, not really. But Jimmy is finding it quite odd to be here by himself and I"m heading off to a meeting, so he will truly be alone.