Elise has really had it.
Elise swears to god, if she hits one more red light she is going to hurt someone.
Elise is reaching the end of her tether.
Elise would sell her ovaries for a kid who sleeps and/or does not scream at pitches just below what only a dog can hear.
Elise is about to pull a Nora.
Elise would just like to be able to DRIVE somewhere ONCE without needing EARPLUGS to block the SCREAMING.
Elise is DONE. DONE, I tell you.
Elise would like to know just who she pissed off, so she can tell them she’s sorry already!
Elise is getting her ass handed to her on a plate by two girls who can’t read or use a toilet.
Elise wishes she was handling things better. Or at all.