School Days

It's that time of year again when parades of parents and children make the journey to school each morning. I know I can barely get out the door in the morning.

I look disheveled.

Sometimes I forget to look at myself in mirror, forgetting to comb my hair or worse to put on my make-up. I fall into my desk chair when I arrive at work. I am already exhausted. It's been a full day already, yawning, I blindly reach for my coffee, a crutch for the morning. Late, of course. I feel happy though if I manage to escape food, droul or other bodily fluids on my outfit. That feels like a successful morning to me!

I wish you a good day, free from crusted oatmeal on your top and dried bananas on your coat.

See you on the flip side!