Nothing Will Do ... Except Chicken Soup

Today is just one of those days! Fresh out of bed, I stubbed my toe on the door jamb. Snapped at the dogs when they came in from the back yard, shaking damp all over my bare legs (like they listened!). Brushed a knot the size of small bird's nest into my hair and then stood before the mirror, contemplating hacking the whole mess off rather than patiently combing the tangle out. Thank God, reason prevailed. And finally, accidentally flipped a whole piece of perfectly buttered and jam slathered toast face down on the kitchen floor. All this before 10AM ... I ask you, what's a girl to do?

Retreat, retrench, retaliate? Refresh! Why can't we just hit a 'refresh' icon when our days start out in the dump? My way of stepping away from the drama is to put my head down and muddle through some mindless housework ... there is nothing like slamming a vacuum around the house at top roar, throwing laundry in the machine, weeding through old mail and magazines, and decluttering life to help me get a grip on a bad mood! And by lunchtime, I was ready for the ultimate comfort food ...

There. All better. I feel good enough to look up at the world and smile - a little. My toe still hurts. Damn it!