Elisa's Journal

Well, the first day of school dragged my sad ass out of bed today. Three hours earlier than I've been getting up every morning for the last couple of weeks. As I reflect on the torment, I see my shirt is on inside out and my eyes look like they're packed for a monthlong vacation to Outer Mongolia. (Athough I think that country has been written out of the geography books since I went to school.)

My kids seemed eager to go, but I know it won't be pretty tomorrow when the excitement about seeing their friends again wil have worn off.

The only bright spot, aside from the fact that I'll be able to get some actual work done, is that I read in the paper that drinking 6 or more cups of coffee a day will reduce my risk of getting diabetes. Thanks god. I made a beeline for McDonalds and threw myself at the coffee dispenser lavishing it with kisses and singing it's praises. I think I'm going to offer one of my dogs in sacrifice. Probably the one that dragged a baby squirrel into my house. No, I think it'll be the one that traipsed in with three pounds of crap in its pawa. But then, these decisions are just too much for this weary brain. I'll solve such crises when I've had cup 7 and after the sun crosses the yardarm, thank you very much.

Hats off to all moms who have booted their kids on the school bus today. Meet ya at Starbucks, sista!