It's Monday. Yay.

Let's get one thing straight -I'm not a morning person. I don't wake up humming a tune or making jokes or even smiling. I'm lucky to just wake up...that's how I feel anyway. And today is no different. Now we're back to the old routine, and I'm already exhausted.

First, last night I hardly got any sleep. I was so tired when I went to bed, but I wanted to try to watch "Desperate Housewives", so I laid in bed cutting coupons and reading the paper, just waiting for 9:00. Well, the power went off around 8:30 and didn't come back on until around 9:45, so that plan went out the window. At that point, I read a little Star magazine (yes, I read "Star magazine" - don't judge me!), rolled over and went to sleep. I woke up with a jolt and realized that I was wide awake. All I could think was -"Wow, I actually got a good night's sleep." I lean over, look at the clock, and realized I'd been asleep an entire 12 minutes. Ugh.

So, hours of bad tv later (courtesy of VH1), I finally get to sleep around 2:30. But, it's not over. I'm awakened again at 4:30 with some sort of tickle in my throat. I don't know if I swallowed a bug or what, but it took a good 15 minutes to get that under control. And, so, at 6:20 a.m., the alarm went off, and I sprung out of bed ready to face the day. Yeah, right. I turned off the alarm, groaned, growled, and finally rolled myself up.

Getting my child off to school was no small task either. Picture this: my son is sitting on the kitchen floor putting his socks and shoes on saying over and over and over -"Are we going to be late? I don't want to go to school. They make me work." At the same time, my daughter is buckled into her booster seat simultaneously screaming for "dada" and passing gas. I am working as fast as I can to calm them both down, make his lunch, and figure out what time it is (most of the clocks are still blinking an hour and a half behind).

Finally...FINALLY, I get him to school, I get her back to bed for a little while, and I am left alone to drink coffee like it holds the key to my happiness. I think maybe I should just grab a spoon and start eating the grounds. That might provide a quicker, more effective jolt of energy.

Just ten hours to go until my husband gets home and I can rest. Just. Ten. Hours. (sigh)