The Straws that broke the Camel's back

Yesterday I got pulled over and written up for everything under the sun - license, registration, insurance, and inspection. Never mind half of that I had just didn't have proof for, that wasn't good enough. He pulled someone over a few seconds after pulling me over on to filling his quota some more. Nice. The wreck and now this.

On top of that I piled the kids bikes and mine in the car yesterday and went to pick up a friend of J's to go biking. We got out there around noon and only biked for an hour because we were sweating so bad. On top of that when I had J's friends bike in the car I put mine behind the driver's and passenger seat and his held mine up. When I took his out mine wasn't held up so well but I didn't notice. So on the way home I hear a 'thwack' and thought J's gatorade bottle had exploded. No, no. He got hit in the mouth by the handlebars. Thank God his teeth were still there, bloody, but still there. So I moved the bike to where it was secure in the back. Then when we get home I went to get it out and the handlebars hit me right next to my eye making a big red mark and hurting like sin. It's still sore today but not bruised. Yet any way.

There's just a few of my straws. Any one on their own I feel like I might be fine with but all of them together and I just feel like when is this going to stop?!