Elisa's Journal

I think kid's grow up faster than we do sometimes. I haven't seen my college aged daughter for soooo long, that my heart aches missing her. It's like my favorite blankie is lost, shredded into submolecular bits by the washing machine and dryer, devoured by the dog, or left on the playground. BUT SHE'S COMING HOME AT THE END OF THIS WEEK!!! YAY!!! I get to smother her with hugs and kisses, watch her roll her eyes in disgust and point her to the long list of problems that have collected for her to fix on the various computers in our house (at the hands of my 11 year old Gates-in-training, no doubt.)

Until then, I can enjoy the paint fumes, since we're getting various parts of our house retouched. All the grimy hand prints, the hole in the ceiling I caused by exploding a bottle of dry ice and water indoors a month or so ago, and, well, in general coveirng up the damgae that quickly accrues at the hands (and paws) of five kids and three dogs.) If only I could cover up the damage to my face and body so easily, %#@$#!