A Spirit of Grrr!

Have you ever had one of those days where you're just in a really bad mood... For no particular reason?

Well, I had one of those days yesterday. It kinda sneaked up on me, to be honest.

I woke up (which is a pretty good start to the day, when you consider the alternative), but it was all downhill from there.

Can someone please tell me where we got the idea that we sleep for the purpose of rest & recovery? I felt like I'd been run over by a truck--in a third-world country! (The kind of place where if they hit you they back over you to make sure you can't take them to court... Grrr!)

I must've drifted back into La-La Land because I was suddenly startled with those nightmarish "Oh, no! I'm 20 minutes late for work!" thoughts, so I jumped out of bed... And missed the floor! (Did I mention it was a bad day from the start? Grrr!)

Once I recovered from that (I'll bet you've got a nice visual right now, huh?), I went into the bathroom & looked into the mirror to see what damage had been done during the night. It was NOT pretty... It never is, to be honest, unless Jen is standing in front of me. I reached up to move my hair & poked myself in the eye. (Grrr!)

I stumbled into the shower, hoping the hot water might help me regain some resemblance of cognitive thought... Instead, the theme song from "9 to 5" kept playing over and over in my head. And I only know like the first 3 lines. (I HATE that song... Grrr!)

To be honest, the rest of the day is a blur, which is probably a good thing since I was in such a foul mood. But the wierd thing is that I don't remember there being any reason to be in a bad mood. It's like I was in some kind of dark cloud & couldn't outrun it. (Grrr!)

I remember at one point turning to Mom and asking her, "Have you ever had one of those days where you're just in a bad mood--for no particular reason--and you dn't seem to be able to snap out of it?" Mom smiled & said she did, but I don't remember EVER seeing her in a bad mood! I'm sure she has bad days, but she hides it WAY better than I do! (I wish I could hide my moods... Grrr!)

On the way home, my girls were... Let me see, how can I describe their behavior...

Oh, yeah, let's try this: SPASTIC!!!

I love for them to have fun, & I love to hear their little giggles & squeals, but I can only take so much under normal circumstances.... Somehow--thank You, Jesus--I managed to avoid biting their heads off. But, Oh my! Talk about finding my last nerve & jumping on it like it's a trampoline!!! (Grrr!)

All I wanted to do was go home, eat dinner, do NOTHING for a while, then GO TO BED! So that's what I did.

Or... What I had planned to do. (Grrr!)

About 30 minutes before I went to bed, I found a lovely little pile of cat-hoark on the bed. (Anyone want a free domestic short-haired cat? It's recovering well from the owner-inflicted trauma in its throat area... Grrr!)

So, I ended up staying up WAAAAAAYYY later than I wanted to, needed to, or should've trying to get the bedspread washed & back on the bed. But it took FOREVER to dry!! (Grrr!)

At some point--& here was my point--you just have to give up & go to bed. Maybe start over the next day... Without a spirit of "Grrr!" all over you.

So far, it's working.