Chris and I officially win the award for parents of the year. Why? You may ask. Because we each dropped the F bomb in front of our toddler today. And by dropped, I mean shouted the word very angrily. Here’s how the past two days have gone: We have 500 daffodil bulbs, 300 tulip bulbs, 250 anemones, and sweet peas to plant now for spring bloom.  I, naively, thought the whole process would take about an hour. AHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAH. I was really, really wrong. It took two days. My mother-in-law took Linc for the afternoon yesterday so we could plant. Chris went out to re-till some ground, I snarfed my lunch while reading the directions on how to plant anemones. Anemones are like the winey, basic girls of the flower world. All other bulbs happily go into the ground without fuss.  Anemones need to have a spa day and hit up Starbucks for their Pumpkin Spice Lattes before they will even consider going into the ground.  After reading the directions from Gloeckner, calling our knowledgable, local nursery, …