There's only so much a girl can take and then comes the eruption of emotion. Look out everybody; get out of the way. The wayward son is out and as I turn my attention back to my girls, they let loose with their own issues and problems. I confess, I can't quite cope. I just want some calm. I'm pretty sure that under ordinary circumstances I could cope with the youngest D's and F's and boyfriend that she's not supposed to have. I think I could cope with L's undercover partying and imminent exit from our home to college. As it is, I just hear a popping sound that signals the arrival of my breaking point.