The sky is gray today. Not the gray of a Minnesota snow front headed your way, or the gray of a Texas twister winding up. Nope, just the normal drippy gray winter skies of the northwest. Considering I’m not a huge fan of weather in the 20s, I’m not complaining about the warm-up to 39 degrees. And I don’t even really mind the rain.
So I can’t blame my mullygumpy mood on the weather. But boy-howdy does my Friday feel like a Monday.
I’m pretty sure have all three of your kids come down with the flu is a respectable reason for a case of the mullygumps.
My head feels like my brain was replaced with cotton batting. My nose is a bit stuffy. And my attitude is not so very cheery.
Is it the flu coming to find me after being coughed on, sneezed on, puked on, and bled on? (Biggest got a humdinger of a nosebleed this morning.) Is it the nightmare I had this morning that I’m still a bit unsettled by? Or is it because I’ve only been out of the house 3 times since Sunday?
I don’t know.
But if you have a sure fire way of unmullygumping a body, leave it in the comments. I’m going to take my dog out for a walk, in the rain. We might get wet, but we just might get happier as well.
*One of my favorite books I read to my kiddos was My Many Colored Days by Dr. Seuss. If you haven’t ever read it, I say do so even if you have no wee person to read it to! It may be a board book, but it sums up perfectly how many of our days can be defined by a color. Today, for example, is a gray day. Let’s home my tomorrow is a different color.